Quotes About Nostalgia

I'll never miss a chance to remind you of what a brat you were. A gloriously beautiful and very spoiled brat. I was utterly charmed by your complete self-absorption. It was rather like courting a cat.

When the mainstay of one's world is taken away, it's only natural to cling to all the rest, to try desperately to keep things as close to the way they were as one can." He shook his head sorrowfully. "But no one can ever go back to yesterday.

Sometimes, when one goes back to the scene of one's childhood, things seem smaller. What was mysterious and the sole province of adults suddenly seems commonplace and mundane when viewed with mature eyes.

This was misery that could not yield, for he sorrowed for a time he could not return to, and a self he would never again be.

Fitz, home is people. Not a place. If you go back there after the people are gone, then all you can see is what is not there anymore.

And yet it was not Buckkeep that came to my mind, but a meadow overlooking the sea, and a girl in bright red skirts who beckoned me. A time, rather than a place. No road led there anymore.

I remember that dress. It is quite old, isn't it? Didn't you wear it to one of the parties you gave to announce Keffria's wedding to Kyle? It takes years off your face. You must be quite proud to be able to squeeze yourself into it still." Ronica shook her head at the old family friend. "Davad Restart. Only you can so completely ruin so many compliments in one brief speech.

It is possible to be homesick for a time and lonely for the only other person to recall it.

When I wallow in something dead to reawaken the savor of it, you rebuke me.

Like a flower pressed flat and dried, we try to hold it still and say, this is exactly how it was the day I first saw it.

I fancied that if I sat very still, I could still feel the warmth of Molly's arms around me. I knew precisely where her cheek had touched mine. A very faint scent of her clung to my shirt from our brief embrace, and I agonized over whether to wear the shirt that day, to carry that scent with me, or to set it aside carefully in my clothing chest, to preserve it. I did not think it a foolish thing at all to care so much about that. Looking back, I smile, but it is at my wisdom, not my folly.

As we stood together and watched our boy walk down the lane to the main road, I wondered if I had ever been so insufferably young and sure of myself, but the ache in my heart had the pleasant afterglow of pride.

The days we shared I alone would remember now. I suddenly felt less real.

That evening remains for me always a moment to cherish, as golden and fragrant as brandy in crystal glasses.

Despite their efforts to keep me from her, I saw Molly everywhere. Oh, not her person, no, but in the scent of the fat bayberry candle burning so sweetly, in the cloak left draped over a chair, even the honey in the honey cakes tasted of Molly to me.

They were all gone now, broken or taken by people who had no idea what such items represented. Let them go. She held the past in her heart, with no need of physical items to tie it down.

Home is people. Not a place. If you go back there after the people are gone, then all you can see is what is not there any more.

This was a rare treat: the wonderful sound of memory filled happiness.

Those who idealize the past tend not to understand it: restoration kills it with kindness.

their childhoods. How ridiculous to think there was some

you know no one wanted to see the old boy go. I bet where ever he is, the fishing's good" "Given his surely behavior, the fish might be fried where he is,

What is it about returning to my mother's house that immediately turns me into a five-year-old?

Eric turned the corner onto his old

What stays with me most is a general sense of loss, unease, and longing for the past that cannot be relieved.