Quotes About Nostalgia

Often in that flickering room the past had come to touch her with quiet persistence, tugging at her sleeve in the effort to capture her attention

Spiritual yearning is the homesickness of the soul.

a saudade é isto mesmo; é o passar e repassar das memórias antigas.

Como é que se matam saudades não é coisa que se explique de um modo claro. Ele não há ferro nem fogo, corda nem veneno, e todavia as saudades expiram, para a ressurreição, alguma vez antes do terceiro dia. Há quem creia que, ainda mortas, são doces, mais que doces. Esse ponto, no nosso caso, não pode ser ventilado, nem eu quero desenvolvê-lo, como aliás cumpria.

Foram cócegas da mocidade; coçou-se, passou, estava bom.

Mas a saudade é isto mesmo; é o passar e repassar das memórias antigas.

Você ainda se lembra da roça, Tomás? – Alembra, sim, senhor.

Invadiu-o então uma coisa a que podemos chamar nostalgia de do exílio. (A Parasita Azul)

Voltei-me; era um antigo companheiro, oficial de marinha, jovial, um pouco despejado de maneiras. Ele sorriu maliciosamente, e disse-me: - Seu maganão! Recordações do passado, hem? - Viva o passado!

saudade é isto mesmo; é o passar e repassar das memórias antigas

As andorinhas vinham agora em sentido contrário, ou não seriam as mesmas. Nós é que éramos os mesmos; ali ficámos, somando as nossas ilusões, os nossos temores, começando já a somar as nossas saudades.

Como eu invejo os que não esqueceram a cor das primeiras calças que vestiram! Eu não atino com a das que enfiei ontem. Juro só que não eram amarelas porque execro essa cor; mas isso mesmo pode ser olvido e confusão.

But my memories are like a fire in winter—whenever I'm cold I can warm my hands at them. —Ditta

I don't go along with the people who say they'd never want to live their childhoods again; I treasure every bit of mine, all the pains as well as the joy of discovery. But I also love being a grownup. To be half a century plus is wonderfully exciting, because I haven't lost any of my past, and am free to stand on the rock of all that the past has taught me as I look towards the future.

They've never known a time when people drank rain water because it was pure, or could eat snow, or swim in any river or brook. The last time I drove to Washington the traffic was so bad that I could have made better time with a horse.

Ireland. Monica had no

It was different for him. Larry's mother was long dead, his brothers and sisters scattered, his father a

If only. The saddest two words in any language.

And in spite of herself, Maya sniffed the Christmassy scent of them, and felt her spirits rise. "Smells good, doesn't it?" Caleb asked. "Smells like a memory in the making

There is no reason to save tickets and stubs. They are tiny and inconsequential. But I do save them and remember that number twenty-three was from the coat check at the restaurant where I ate the lemon tart. The number is so elegant and honest. And the lemon tart was so good.

If Caribbean writers have one single unifying theme, it is a strong sense of place, and of home. There is also - always, beneath the humour, which is a West Indian characteristic - a sadness: an awareness of a past that can never really be forgotten, or forgiven.

Going back to Hemingway's work after several years is like going back to a brook where you had often fished and finding the woods as deep and cool as they used to be.

My lover. Oh come to me again as once in May.

Chi ha respirato la polvere delle strade del Messico, non troverà più pace in nessun altro paese.