Quotes About Nostalgia

Good-bye, Harry, wherever you may be … never has it been more clear to me that the part of my life which you occupied is over forever … I could not be further away from you if I were on the moon … how odd to think of one's life not as chapters in a book but as complete volumes, separate and distinct.

memories are like your favorite movie you remember the best parts and the worst parts.

Photographs are a bridge to the past. Black and white reminders of the way things used to be. Links to those who are no longer with us. Priceless treasures.

It's funny how most people love the dead, once you're dead your made for life.

I hate to mention age, but I come from an era when we weren't consumed by technology and television.

I've been in California for about 15 years now. You're always in your car and insulated. I miss New York so much.

Someone left the cake out in the rain, and, I don't think that I can take it, 'Cause it took so long to bake it. And I'll never have that recipe again.

This is where the pivotal events of my childhood unfolded, while I ate banana and root beer Popsicles, two by two, tucking the sticks neatly under the skirt of the chair. It's where Sunnybank Lad met Lady, Ken met his friend Flicka, Atlanta burned, Manderley burned, Lassie came home, Jim ran away, Alice got small, Wilbur got big, David Copperfield was born, Beth died, and, on an endless gloomy winter afternoon, Jody shot his yearling.

I do miss childhood: one long trance state, broken only by bouts of sickening family discord.

Saying good-bye to them was like saying good-bye to some people who used to know me when I was a little kid. Like saying good-bye to zombies. Good-bye to a memory. Good-bye to dust. The real good-bye happened a long, long time ago.

Not even the brightest future can make up for the fact that no roads lead back to what came before - to the innocence of childhood or the first time we fell in love.

I don't think I'll ever feel as famous or as popular as I felt when I was a 17-year-old soccer player in Modle. Only about 20 000 people live there and 12 000 of them come to every game. Running onto the pitch each week was just the most fantastic feeling. Nothing can beat that.

How easily we part, adieu, how often I leave trails of myself in your wake.

I am reading The Lord of the Rings . I suddenly wanted to. I almost know it by heart, but I can still sink right into it. I know no other book that is so much like going on a journey. When I put it down to this, I feel as if I am also waiting with Pippin for the echoes of that stone down the well.

I do not miss my toys. I wouldn't play with them anyway. I am fifteen. I miss my childhood.

My ideal relationship with a book is that I will read it for the first time entirely unspoiled. I won't know anything whatsoever about it, it will be wonderful, it will be exciting and layered and complex and I will be excited by it, and I will re-read it every year or so for the rest of my life, discovering more about it every time, and every time remembering the circumstances in which I first read it.

There's something nice about out-and-out children's books with no sex and a happy ending—Ransome, Streatfeild, that kind of thing.

There's a line in Delany's Stars In My Pocket Like Grains of Sand where he talks about re-reading and says that this time the gleam of torchlight reflected in the water was a different gold. That about sums it up. I love the first re-read of a book, when I know what is coming and am not anxious either about what will happen or whether it will continue to be good, but it isn't yet as familiar as an old slipper.

Están los libros que te enamoran o los que olvidas

Moço! Toda saudade é uma espécie de velhice.

Toda saudade é uma espécie de velhice

Cacei Diadorim. Mas eu estreava umas ânsias. Como fosse, falei, do novo e do velho;

Pois, Mãe, então mar é o que a gente tem saudade?

Now you're telling me You're not nostalgic Then give me another word for it You who are so good with words And at keeping things vague 'Cause I need some of that vagueness now It's all come back too clearly Yes, I loved you dearly And if you're offering me diamonds and rust I've already paid