Quotes About Nostalgia

Remember Oaxaca? The word was like a breaking heart, a sudden peal of stifled bells in a gale, the last syllables of one dying of thirst in the desert.

Oaxaca... The word was like a breaking heart, a sudden peal of stifled bells in a gale, the last syllables of one dying of thirst in the desert.

Some people are each envious of the person they used to be.

My short love story gave me lots of memories but i never wanted memories, I wanted you.

There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief.

Remember me with smiles and laughter, for that is how I'll remember you all. If you can only remember me with tears, then don't remember me at all.

There is no greater sorrow than to recall happiness in times of misery.

Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower.

The digital camera is a great invention because it allows us to reminisce. Instantly.

The memories were so vivid that the book dropped from my hand and my eyes filled with tears.

That happens you know, as you grow older – you can't tell the dreams from the memories.

When I look into my past the river seems to meet my eyes, staring back, as if to ask, Do you recognize me, wherever you are? Recognition

Memory deludes me. I have just remembered something that I completely forgot after it happened. I remembered it again when I was about sixteen, and then I forgot it again. And this morning I remembered not the event itself but the previous recollection, which itself was more than forty years ago, as though an old moon were reflected in a windowpane from which it was reflected in a lake, from where memory draws not the reflection itself, which no longer exists, but only its whitened bones.

Se dijo que todo lo que a él le parecía importante no lo era realmente y que en todo lo que realmente era importante no tenía tiempo de pensar. La vida pasaba sin reflexionar apenas sobre las cosas sencillas y grandes, la soledad, la nostalgia, el deseo y la muerte.

Mas como se começa um amor numa manhã chuvosa de sábado como esta, num quartinho pobre na velha Bat Yam em meados dos anos sessenta?

Some pieces of music, I like them so much, I wonder why they have to end, and if I had the strength, I'd keep playing them forever.

When she sees him, Holly says, it's like the sunsets at the beach--once the sun drops, the sand chills quickly. Then it's like a lot of times that were good ten minutes ago and don't count now.

When the beer is gone, so are they -- flexing their cars on up the boulevard.

Belittling nostalgia is a frightened man's parlor trick. Be grateful for any prize. Even a paper fortress, albeit briefly, provides shelter from the rain.

What is the past but what we choose to remember?

And now I have to stop. Because every time I remember this, I have to cry a little by myself. I don't know why something that made me so happy then feels so sad now. Maybe that is the way it is with the best memories.

But now that I am old, moving every year closer to the end of my life, I also feel closer to the beginning. And I remember everything that happened that day becasue it has happened many times in my life. The same innocence, trust, and restlessness; the wonder, fear, and lonliness. How I lost myself. I remember all these things. And tonight, on the fifteenth day of the eighth moon, I also remember what I asked the Moon Lady so long ago. I wished to be found.

Why do some memories live only on your tongue or in your nose? Why do others always stay in your heart?

People there only dream that it is China, because if you are Chinese you can never let go of China in your mind.