Quotes About Nostalgia

I've had a splendid time, she concluded happily, and I feel that it marks an epoch in my life. But the best of it all was the coming home.

Youth is not a vanished thing but something that dwells forever in the heart.

I feel as if I had opened a book and found roses of yesterday, sweet and beloved, between its leaves.

When the moon rises tonight, think of me and I'll think of you.

There was a dance of great plummy boughs in the western wind. And there was a sound not heard for a long time-Marigold's laughter as she waved goodnight to Sylvia over the Green Gate.

There is such a place as fairyland-but only a few, who remain children at heart, can ever find that fair, lost path again; and blessed are they above mortals. They can bring us tidings from that dear country where we once sojourned and must be evermore exiles. The world calls them its singers and poets and artists and storytellers; but they are just people who have never forgotten the way to fairyland.

Once upon a time-which, when you come to think of it, is the only proper way to begin a story-the only way that really smacks of romance and fairyland-all the Harmony members of the Lesley clan assembled at Cloud of Spruce to celebrate Old Grandmother's birthday as usual. Also to name Lorraine's baby.

Once upon a time we all walked on the golden road. It became an honest motorway, through the Land of Lost Delight; shadow and sunshine were blessedly mingled, and each turn and dip discovered a sparkling appeal and a new loveliness to eager hearts and unspoiled eyes.

Katie Maurice was a little girl like myself, and I loved her dearly. I would stand before that door and prattle to Katie for hours, giving and receiving confidences. In especial, I liked to do this at twilight, when the fire had been lit and the rooms and its reflections were a glamour of light and shadow.

I'm so sorry for people who live in lands where there are no Mayflowers," said Anne. "Diana says perhaps they have something better, but there couldn't be anything better than Mayflowers, could there, Marilla? And Diana says if they don't know what they are like they don't miss them. But I think that is the saddest thing of all. I think it would be tragic, Marilla, not to know what Mayflowers are like and not to miss them

They lingered in the old gardens until twilight, sweet as dusk in Eden must have been" "There was nobody else for me but you. I've loved you ever since that day you broke your slate over my head in school

In a halo of rainbow glory, I sit me down to rest. I forget the present and future, I live over the past once more, As I see before me crowding the beautiful days of yore.

That's the worst of growing up, and I'm beginning to realize it.The things you wanted so much when you were a child don't seem half so wonderful to you when you get them.

The old magic was gone forever- gone with Sylvia and the Hidden Land and all the dear, sweet fading dreams of childhood.

hanging out the window, Amber blew her a kiss. a lump the size of a fist clogged Heather's throat, while a breeze from th sea pushed her thick hair away from her face. tears trickled unchecked down her cheeks.

Once we lived in a summer country.

This is why parents want grandchildren. Really they want their own children back again, they long to feel that vanished and complete love.

I have always wished the present to resemble memory: because the present can be flat at times, and bald as a road. But memory is never like that. It makes hills of feeling in collapsed hours, a scene of enclosure made all precious by its frame.

One by one most kids I knew quit drawing and never drew again. It left behind too much evidence.

are memories pictures or the secret doorway?

which house that is? Or how many siblings you have?

Even the suggestion of swimming be stirring. Watch a swimmer pass a building with a pool: the whiff of chlorine produces a wistful smile. Sit with swimmers when a TV commercial shows someone in the water: they actually stop and watch.

She smelled like smoked pork, a food her father loved above all others. The thought made her still briefly, and she almost told Aulay that

she'd remembered that her uncle liked smoked pork