Quotes About Nostalgia

Did you think of party dresses and high school plays or hallways full of lovers not yet met?

I only wanted to tell you that this was the wonderful time for you. Don't let any of it go by without enjoying it. There won't be any more merry-go-rounds. No more cotton candy. No more band concerts. I only wanted to tell you, Martin, that this is the wonderful time. Now! Here! That's all. That's all I wanted to tell you.

I knew all the books in the house. I knew their shapes and smells. I knew what pages would open if I held them with the spine on the ground and let the sides drop. I knew all the books but I couldn't remember the name of the one on my head.

You don't need a time machine if you know how to remember.

I grew up playing music and enjoying good food, friends and family in my own backyard.

For my birthday, my old man showed me a picture of a cake. I sat there all day trying to blow out the candles.

We were poor. We were so poor, in my neighborhood the rainbow was in black-and-white.

The practice is simply this: keep coming back to your breath during the day. Just take a moment. This will give your mind a steadiness and your breath a gracefulness.... There's so much to let go of, isn't there? Your nostalgia and your regrets. Your fantasies and your fears. What you think you want instead of what is happening right now. Breathe.

Since baseball time is measured only in outs, all you have to do is succeed utterly; keep hitting, keep the rally alive, and you have defeated time. You remain forever young. Sitting in the stands, we sense this, if only dimly. The players below us—Mays, DiMaggio, Ruth, Snodgrass—swim and blur in memory, the ball floats over to Terry Turner, and the end of this game may never come.

El retorno del axolote representa la terquedad por volver a un progreso castrado por el atraso, a un pasado donde supuestamente el pueblo vive feliz estancado en la metamorfosis frustrada. Se trata de la restauración del nacionalismo revolucionario priista, ese viejo enemigo de la democracia.

Predomina allí un espíritu restaurador que sueña con volver al priismo de los años sesenta y setenta.

When I look back at the tapes, your first everything, your first All-Star Game, your first playoff experience, it just seems like it went by really fast.

Because we are human, because we are bound by gravity and the limitations of our bodies, because we live in a world where the news is often bad and the prospects disturbing, there is a need for another world somewhere, a world where Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers live.

That's why people require travel books on the 1960s, I thought. They want to go there. They want to feel that sun on their backs.

The first 12-string guitar I bought was probably around 1957.

Don't forget the fruit gums, Mum.

Putting lights in Wrigley Field is like putting aluminum siding on the Sistine Chapel.

But nobody ever forgot anything, not really, though sometimes they pretended, when it suited them. Memories were permanent. Sorrowful ones remained sad even with the passing of time, yet happy ones could never be recreated - not with the same joy. Remembering bred its own peculiar sorrow. It seemed so unfair: that time should render both sadness and happiness into a source of pain.

Remembering bred its own peculiar sorrow. It seemed so unfair: that time should render both sadness and happiness into a source of pain.

May cocktails. A sad, depressing sensation of a seasonal and social stereotype. What comes to my mind is that maman is no longer here and life, stupid life, continues.

Nostalgia is often a mask for rage. The intensity with which we yearn for a lost world is frequently proportionate to the discomfort we feel in our own.

Still, I did not regret for a moment leaving the bright lights of Manhattan behind in favour of night skies so dark the stars seemed close enough to be street lights. In the recycled cabin air of the long flight back, I physically longed for Rwanda, its rich red earth, the smell of its wood fires and its vibrant humanity.

O aš, degdamas nekantrumu, nub?gau atnaujinti savo draugyst?s su j?ra. Ji atpažino mane iškart ir atb?go lyžtelti koj? piršt?.

The pristine vision of childhood restores freshness to even the most time-worn scenes, and in Laura's company I recovered some of the delights I had experienced years ago when my son was a little boy.