Quotes About Nostalgia

When you touch a man's nostalgia, he is yours.

Qué es el pasado si no aquello que elegimos recordar?

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 because it has happened many times in my life. The same innocence, trust, and restlessness, the wonder, fear, and loneliness. 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.

When you touch a man's nostalgia, he is yours.

Do you know why that is? Why do some memories live only on your tongue or in your nose? Why do others always stay in your heart?

I watch them continue to argue, although perhaps it is not arguing. They are remembering together, dreaming together.

I wanted to remember in order to be able to return.

Die Vergangenheit war wie jene altmodischen, mit Kräutern und Blumen gefüllten Duftkissen, deren Aroma die Kleider durchdringt und an ihnen haften bleibt.

Whatever tragic spirit lay behind this polished surface went into her singing, with which she tore people's serenity to shreds, spreading anxiety and regrets and nostalgia everywhere.

He prizes the mattresses even more, though they have big holes in them, because of sentimental reasons.

Perhaps someday it will be pleasant to remember even this. VIRGIL

Nothing is more fatal to happiness than the remembrance of happiness.

Nothing thwarts happiness so much as the memory of happiness.

But I think there comes a point in love, a unique moment which later on the soul seeks in vain to surpass, and that the effort to revive such happiness depletes it; that nothing thwarts happiness so much as the memory of happiness.

and I longed for the rock isles and algae pools of my own land. We are part of our homes and I think there will always be a feeling of loss and ache within when we cannot long actively communicate with our own special places.

Il ne voulait penser qu'à elle, à Darka, comme si c'était pour la revoir qu'il lui fallait foncer à bord d'une vieille guimbarde dans les rues les plus cahoteuses de Lviv, secouer ses passagers pour les libérer de leurs calculs rénaux et aller ensuite la rejoindre, retrouver son guichet éclairé toute la nuit, rempart de lumière protégeant sa magicienne aux longs gants colorés.

An exile's only country is his country's literature.

Non è che ci sarebbe voluto tutto questo tempo, ma il fatto è che quando hai sbancato i cassetti trovi una quantità di carte vecchie, scordate, alcune delle quali, quasi a forza, vogliono essere lette e tu, inevitabilmente, finisci col precipitare sempre più in fondo al gorgo della memoria e ti tornano in mente macari cose che per anni e anni hai fatto di tutto per scordare. E' un gioco tinto quello dei ricordi, nel quale finisci sempre per perdere.

I have a certain ruthless objectivity not uncommon among those who live inside the senses; I love him without restraint, without limit, without respect to consequences, for me or for him; I am not sentimental; I want him; this is not dopey, stupid, sentimental love; nostalgia and lingering romance; this is it; all; everything.

East or West Home is best.

Irn Bru for the soul

Bougainvillea bloomed on their porch like a discarded prom dress.

It's true things can go on till you die. And people use the same old table, even though it's falling apart and it's been repaired and repaired, just because it was their grandmother's. That's how towns become ghost towns. It's how houses become junk stores. And I think it's how people get old.

Why didn't he say yes? Freddy's voice from the past: You want me to stay here with you forever? Why didn't he say yes?