Quotes About Nostalgia

in her mother's wedding gown

number later put it, 'quids in'. 'I was getting taxis about,' he recalled. 'I mean, a pound would buy you a bloody good night out. You could probably have eight or nine pints of beer and twenty fags and a couple of tanners for the juke box.

The past is more alive to her than the present, she realizes, and the thought is suffocating.

She looks out the window and notices the sections of Cleveland Street gone to rot, the filigreed metal balconies of the shambling terraces like rusted lacework, the grimy tiled pub facades, the windows of the Lebanese restaurants filmed with grease. This is old Sydney, her father's town of grit and mildew. The

No, no, Claude thought, the past never stops banging at the doors of the present. We pack it into tattered suitcases, lock it into rusting metal trunks beneath our beds, press it between yellowed pages of newsprint, but it hangs over us at night like a poisonous cloud, seeps into our shirt collars and bedclothes.

Colgó, miró hacia el jardín, vio contra el muro los brotecitos verdes, duros como tomates jóvenes, y mientras miraba por la ventana, delante de las camelias al borde de la floración, se apoderó de ella una pena espantosa, una pena que le impedía moverse, que atravesaba el tiempo, que venía, le pareció, de muy lejos, de las horas vacías de la niñez, de una espera que nunca había cesado. Le cortó el aliento hasta tal punto que no podía respirar.

Christmas is the Disneyfication of Christianity.

A God out there and values out there, if they existed, would be utterly useless and unintelligible to us. There is nothing to be gained by nostalgia for the old objectivism, which was in any case used only to justify arrogance, tyranny, and cruelty. People [forget] ... how utterly hateful the old pre-humanitarianism world was.

It is possible to be homesick for a place even when you are there.

Don't forget, Stephen Stills and I had a band in Gainesville called the Continentals when we were 15. And, of course, you had Lynyrd Skynyrd in Jacksonville.

Despite your best efforts and intentions, there's a limited reservoir to fellowship before you begin to rely solely on the vapors of nostalgia.

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The good old days sucked.

He prays at the altar of dead false gods. Tries to hold up an image of what he thinks used to be but in fact didn't exist except maybe in the movies. The fuckin' guy wants so bad to be something that never was, even the ghost image of which is now fading into black.

And the tuberculosis old men At the Nelson wheeze and cough And someone will head south Until this whole thing cools off … —Tom Waits, "Small Change

It was all that stuff about taking your parents' car when you're 13, sneaking booze into rock shows and ditching school with your friends. I could relate to that as a former teenager, rather than as a present parent.

Every settlement with two shacks and a saloon gave itself a name: Helltown, Fair Play, Grizzly Flats, Piety Hill, Whiskey Flat, You Bet, Nary Red, Lousy Ravine, Petticoat Slide.

an old Underwood office machine so big and black and ancient it looked as though it should come with a foreign correspondent attached.

Stay More' is synonymous with 'Status Quo' in fact, there are people who believe, or who like to believe, that the name of the town was intended as an entreaty, beseeching the past to remain present.

There is a popular saying, "More rare than pine is the smell of pining"—which is rare indeed, for there are few pine trees in this part of the Ozarks.

Nostalgia comes with the smell of rain

Italy is a dream that keeps returning for the rest of your life.

Over the years since I left home, I have kept thinking about the people I grew up with and about our way of life. I realize how much the bond that held us had to do with food.

Death really did not matter to him but life did, and therefore the sensation he felt when they gave their decision was not a feeling of fear but of nostalgia.