Quotes About Nostalgia

Living the past is a dull and lonely business; looking back strains the neck muscles, causing you to bump into people not going your way.

Reata," he said two decades later

Sometimes one word can recall a whole span of life.

In our village back home, marriages were always between people who had known each other their whole lives. And all the boys I had known were dead. So I thought I would never get married. I thought I could never marry someone I hadn't known from when I was a child.

I would I were alive again to kiss the fingers of the rain.

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,I have forgotten, and what arms have lainUnder my head till morning;

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, I have forgotten, and what arms have lain Under my head till morning; but the rain Is full of ghosts to-night, that tap and sigh Upon the glass and listen for reply...

Childhood Is the Kingdom Where Nobody Dies.

A ghost in marble of a girl you knew Who would have loved you in a day or two.

but the rain Is full of ghosts tonight

But you were something more than young and sweet And fair, - and the long year remembers you.

Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies. Nobody that matters, that is.

A infância não vai do nascimento até certa idade,e a certa altura a criança está crescida,deixando de lado as coisas de criança.A infância é o reino onde ninguém morre.

The Fugitive" Thanks be to God the world is wide, And I am going far from home, For I forgot in Camelot The man I loved in Rome, And I forgot in Kensington The man I loved in Kew; And there must be a place for me To think no more of you.

I shall forget before the flickers mate Your look that is today my east and west.

Childhood is not from birth to a certain age and at a certain age. The child is grown, and puts away childish things. Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies.

This book, when I am dead, will be A little faint perfume of me. People who knew me well will say, She really used to think that way.

The past was an empty space, a blurry movie in which they had played the parts, on their own, of other people they'd forgotten.

Es en verdad curioso —dije— cómo la memoria es el último superviviente del naufragio de nuestra existencia, cómo el pasado destila estalactitas en el vacío de nuestra ejecutoria, cómo la empalizada de nuestras certezas se abate ante la leve brisa de una nostalgia.

El me miró risueño, y sembró una semilla más en el fértil potrero de mis sueños de pibe.

Supongo que ésos son los recuerdos que se le meten a uno en los recovecos del corazón, y echan cría y se nutren de su propio néctar, y nos marcan para toda la vida. Por lo menos así ocurrió conmigo.

Todavía me acuerdo de ese número once de cuero blanco, cosido en la camiseta como el de Bertoni. Pero ahora también veo, cuando me fijo con suficiente atención, que mi viejo también lleva lo suyo. Lo tiene ahí, en la espalda, justo a la altura del nacimiento de las alas: un diez de cuero blanco, igualito igualito al de Bochini.

Treinta años después Aráoz va pensando, mientras abre la puerta y siente la noche fresca, casi fría, que los pasos que damos al principio de la vida son tan hondos que desde entonces no podemos sino caminar una y otra vez por esas huellas.

Nyla was right in predicting that, for me, life would go on into old age and my promise has been kept too, for every now and then over the years, the ghosts have slipped out from the past and I have kept brief company with my friends of long ago.