Quotes About Nostalgia

When you're a child you think time will never go by, but when you hit about twenty, time passes like you're on the fast train to Memphis.

There before her was a plate of perfectly fried green tomatoes and fresh cream-white corn, six slices of bacon, with a bowl of baby lima beans on the side and four huge light and fluffy buttermilk biscuits.

On every door the management had placed a photograph of the person so they could find their room. As he went by he saw face after face of someone who used to be young.

Those memories were still there, and tonight, he sat searching for them, just like always, grabbing at moonbeams. Every once in a while he would catch one and take a ride, and it was like magic.

When someone old dies, it is even sadder. First you notice that the paper doesn't come anymore, then gradually the lights are turned out, the gas turned off, the house gets locked up, and the yard is no longer kept up, then it goes on the market and new people come in and change everything. Elner

you will find at least one or two pairs of bronzed baby shoes and a picture of some child on top of the same brown and white Indian pony as the kid next

What can I tell you about the town? I suppose if you had driven through it back

My Country I don't have any caps left made back home Nor any shoes that trod your roads I've worn out your last shirt quite long ago It was of Sile cloth Now you only remain in the whiteness of my hair Intact in my heart Now you only remain in the whiteness of my hair In the lines of my forehead My country -Nazim Hikmet

It is the memory of past happiness that makes the present so intolerable.

was recalling her

Lucy let herself into her parents' house, or, as she thought of it now, the other hateful house. She thought at that moment that the house was giving off vibes that the people who had lived in it were gone. Gone as in never coming back.

caliéntame la tumba como me calentabas en otros tiempos la cama.

I don't mourn the loss of my childhood; I mourn because everything, including (my) childhood, is lost.

The chill of what I won't feel gnaws at my present heart.

Saudades, só portugueses Conseguem senti-las bem. Porque têm essa palavra Para dizer que as têm.

no nostalgia hurts as much as nostalgia for things that never existed!

I weep over a dead life that I carry inside me and never lived.

and I weep over a dead life that I carry inside me and never lived.

Let me return to childhood and stay there forever, caring nothing for the values that grown men give to things or for the relationships that grown men establish between them.

Divan beše moj ljubljeni, a melanholi?an.

Our all-seeing souls were caressed by the visible coolness of the mosses and, as we walked past the palm trees, we felt an intimation of other lands... And our eyes then filled with tears because not even here, where we were happy, were we happy...

It is as if I am an old man who sees all the friends of his childhood dying around him and who thinks his own death at hand.

I have in me like a haze]" I have in me like a haze Which holds and which is nothing A nostalgia for nothing at all, The desire for something vague. I'm wrapped by it As by a fog, and I see The final star shining Above the stub in my ashtray. I smoked my life. How uncertain All I saw or read! All The world is a great open book That smiles at me in an unknown tongue.

Ah, é a saudade do outro que eu poderia ter sido que me dispersa e sobressalta!