Quotes About Nostalgia

Voi abitate a West Egg disse con fare sprezzante. Conosco qualcuno laggiù. Io non conosco nessuno. Dovete conoscere Gatsby. Gatsby? chiese Daisy. Che Gatsby?

J'ai toujours eu limpression quil mappréciait et recherchait mon amitié avec ce mélange de nostalgie et d'agressivité qui lui était propre.

Ou sont les neiges d'antan?

Et Jehanne, la bonne Lorraine, Qu'Anglais brulerent a Rouen, Ou sont-elles, Vierge souv'raine, Mais ou sont les neiges d'antan?

I miss tarty tarts.

It was mostly sweet, he whispered, and you were the sweetest of all.

Most believe that a satisfactory future requires a return to an idealized past, a past which never in fact existed.

What delicious abandon in the sleep of the child. Where do we lose it?

The past is no farther away than your pillow.

Can you remember your first taste of spice?" "It tasted like cinnamon.

Memories rolled in his mind like the toothless muttering of old women. He remembered open waters and waves - days of grass instead of sand - dazed summers that had whipped past him like windstorms leaves. [...] I'm getting old, he thought. I've felt the cold hand of my mortality. And in what ? An old woman's greed.

What you share in such companionship always prepares you for greater things. The haze of nostalgia covers their days among their sisters, making those days into something different than they were. That's the way today changes history. All contemporaries do not inhabit the same time. The past is always changing, but few realize it.

We're like a damned old married couple. Funny stories in the middle of the night.

Most believe that a satisfactory future requires a return to an idealized past, a past which never in fact existed." "And you with all of your memories know otherwise.

I can't go back. The past won't go away in this family...

He knows how it is to leave Ireland, did it himself and never got over it. You live in Los Angeles with sun and palm trees day in day out and you ask God if there's any chance He could give you one soft rainy Limerick day

When I asked her about her days in Brooklyn she doled out scraps and then went silent. What was the use? The past is the past and it's dangerous to go back.

I was a great believer in hot buttered toast at all hours of the day.

I was always a great believer in buttered toast.

If you've ever been there, you've never forgotten. The feeling is as haunting and familiar as the smell of a junior high school locker room.

I'm sorry, We were Young, I think about--and Regret--it every Day.

The bassoon is one of my favorite instruments. It has a medieval aroma, like the days when everything used to sound like that. Some people crave baseball...I find this unfathomable, but I can easily understand why a person could get excited about playing the bassoon.

It isn't necessary to imagine the world ending in fire or ice. There are two other possibilities: one is paperwork, and the other is nostalgia.

Biff rode in the Hardys' car with Frank and Joe while Chet chauffeured the girls in his jalopy. Five miles later they stopped at the Hamburger Haven, piled out of the cars, and occupied counter stools. After the girls had ordered, Chet boomed, "Three burgers for me, a double order of French fries, and a thick chocolate malted.