Quotes About Nostalgia

She smelled of Marlboros, Aviance Night Musk, and her first drink of the late afternoon.

She was a horse lover and she and Whitey kept a mean old paint, a fancy quarter horse/Arabian mix, a roan Appaloosa with one ghost eye named Spook, and a pony. So along with the whiskey and perfume and smoke, she often exuded faint undertones of hay, dust, and the fragrance of horse, which once you smell it you always miss it. Humans were meant to live with the horse.

I bounced around on top naturally. But that belly, yai! It grew big as a hill and I couldn't see over it. I'd call out, Are you still back there? Holler to me! Like most fat Indians he did have a skinny butt. Man, those muscles in his back cheeks were powerful, too. He swung me around like a circus act. So I enjoyed him real well, those times were good. Awee, said Mooshum. His voice was wistful.

still kept. Rose and the girls were hooting

My father had bought an ugly new clock, and it was ticking again in the quiet kitchen.

Who but an NDN would know that some days truth is a ghost who shouts in the voice of no one in particular and other days it is a secret nostalgia poured into the coffee cups of the living?

Who but an NDN would know that some days truth is a ghost who shouts in the voice of no one in particular and other days it is a secret nostalgia poured into the coffee cups of the living? —Billy-Ray Belcourt, NDN Coping Mechanisms: Notes from the Field

grandma food, 'bad for the arteries but good for the heart.

Nothing brings memories to the surface like smells and flames.

Even memories have their youth … When you let them grow old, they turn into revolting phantoms dripping with selfishness, vanity, and lies … They rot like apples

You can lose your way groping among the shadows of the past. It's frightening how many people and things there are in a man's past that have stopped moving. The living people we've lost in the crypts of time sleep so soundly side by side with the dead that the same darkness envelops them all.

People, countries, and objects all end up as smells.

You can lose your way groping among the shadows of the past. It's frightening how many people and things that are in a man's past have stopped moving. The living people we've lost in the crypts of time sleep so soundly side by side with the dead that the same darkness envelopes them all.

You can lose your way groping among the shadows of the past. It's frightening how many people and things there are in a man's past that have stopped moving.

Soarele având de trecut prin prea multe lucruri, nu-i las? str?zii decât o lumin? tomnatec? însoÅ£it? de regrete ÅŸi nori.

Odande se svejedno povratih žalostan put Vignyja, misle?i o tome kako mi svi ti ljudi, te stvari, te prljave i sumorne ku?e više uop?e ništa ne kazuju, onako izravno u srce kao neko?, pa da ni ja sam, koliko sam god možda djelovao poput lisca, nemam više dovoljno snage, osje?ao sam to dobro, da idem još dalje, tako, posve sam.

Do you still like roast lamb? You always loved the way I cooked it, with lots of rosemary from the garden." "And you'd make your mint sauce," Clea said with a slight smile.

Sometimes a person has to visit where he came from to find out where he's going," he said. "Life never stays the same—as much as we love today, tomorrow's coming fast.

It still had electricity and running water, the stove worked, the coffee maker could still brew, the refrigerator kept food cold. But the house had become a phantom. It was no longer living and breathing, surrounding the family and making them feel safe. It wafted along, an untethered spirit, drained of everything it once had been.

she remembered some of the joy art used to bring her.

He was so charming. Even Kate was charmed by him, only back then she had called it love. She had adored her dad—he could do no wrong.

It was all very well being a can-do independent twenty-first-century woman, but sometimes she just wished her dad was still around to take care of stuff like this.

but lots of women have a soft spot for their first loves, remember.

I began a lifelong affair with nostalgia, with only the vaguest notions of what I was nostalgic for.