Quotes About Nostalgia

Hur kan man ångra en av de bästa kvällarna i sitt liv? Det gör man inte. Man minns vartenda ord, vartenda blick. Även när det gör ont minns man.

A memory, pressed in my heart like a leaf in a book. I

I run water over a hand towel and I wet my face with it. My mom used to do this for me when I was sick. She'd put an ice-cold washcloth over my forehead and she'd switch it out with a fresh one when it wasn't cold anymore. I wish my mom was here.

Jag ville lägga allt detta på minnet ifall det var sista gången jag var här. Man vet aldrig när det är sista gången man befinner sig på en viss plats. Sista gången man ser en viss person.

It was like something out of a movie. It feels like a long time ago now.

In my head you're still the same age you were when I left.

When someone's been gone a long time, at first you save up all the things you want to tell them. You try to keep track of everything in your head. But it's like trying to hold on to a fistful of sand: all the little bits slip out of your hands, and then you're just clutching air and grit. That's why you can't save it all up like that.

In the bottom of the desk drawer I found an old composition notebook from my Harriet the Spy days. It was colored in pink and green and yellow highlighter. I'd followed the boys around for days, taking notes in it until I drove Steven crazy and he told Mom on me.

I wonder if this was the way old crushes died, with a whimper, slowly, and then, just like that - gone.

The thought of her getting older, outgrowing her toys, her art set…it makes me feel a bit melancholy. Growing up really is bittersweet.

That letter you wrote

I loved him in a way that you can really only do the first time around. It's the kind of love that doesn't know better and doesn't want to—it's dizzy and foolish and fierce. That kind of love is really a one-time-only thing.

I don't think a girl ever gets over losing her mom. I'm an adult and it's completely normal and expected for my mom to be dead, but I still feel orphaned sometimes.

I've barely thought about this place, and now that it's disappearing, I'm sad. It's like all childhood toys, I suppose. It doesn't become important until you don't have it anymore.

Which is why it's so weird to be sitting next to him on somebody's curb like no time has passed.

Cómo arrepentirse de una de las mejores noches de tu vida? No lo haces. Recuerdas cada palabra, cada mirada. Incluso cuando duele, todavía lo recuerdas.

My whole life was measured in summers.

summer romances really do happen so fast, and then they're over so fast.

Moments, when lost, can't be found

THE END OF SCHOOL ALWAYS has a particular feeling to it. It's the same every year, but this year the feeling is amplified, because there won't be a next year. There's an air of things closing down.

Nobody has the energy to care anymore. We're all just counting down, passing time. Everyone knows where they're going, and the right now already feels like it's in the rearview.

Moments, when lost, can't be found again. There just gone.

I wave the letter like it's just paper, trash, like once upon a time I didn't literally pour my heart onto this page. I stuff it into my bag.

I'm pretty sure I at least said hello." Teasingly he says, "No, I'm pretty sure you didn't." He's right: I didn't. I was too flustered. Kind of like right now. IT must be that distance between knowing someone when you were a kid and seeing them now that you're both more grown-up, but still not all the way grown-up, and there are all these years and letters in between you, and you don't know how to act.