Quotes About Nostalgia

I don't see Peter," Own said, coming out of the turnstile behind me. But I van was there, reading a paperback novel. The book looked so small in his hands, almost unstable, like it might crumble to dust. He had a tan and looked at once different from my memory and unmistakably himself. I was so happy that the first thing I said to him instead of hello was "Thank you.

We cannot escape the longing, no matter what life we choose. We're either longing for people, places or times gone by, which are essentially the same things: memories. And, whether or not we travel, the older we get, the more memories we collect. Nostalgia is simply the result of aging and liking the life you've lived. Be happy you can feel it—it's a good sign.

I wondered whether he was trying to return to a place that no longer existed. Isn't that always the case when we try to go home again?

Sometimes it is better to imagine the past than to remember it.

We have lost the splendors our ancestors created, and we go elsewhere. People are reminded of that every day here, where an older world, still visible on every corner, fails to hide its superior ways.

The Middle East that had fascinated, preoccupied, and saddened me for decades was gone.

It occured to me that we will never be young again.

The tender friendships one gives up, on parting, leave their bite on the heart, but also a curious feeling of a treasure somewhere buried.

I was wrong to grow older. Pity. I was so happy as a child.

That part of his life was over; and now, lying on the dense mat of grass, he knew in one sense it always had been. But it was fun remembering … The

The air of ones native country is the most healthy air.

Gli emblemi potevano essere facilmente rimossi, ma la memoria e l'affetto erano più difficili da cancellare.

y empezó a hurgar en sus bolsillos en busca de algo que probablemente no estaba allí. Un recuerdo, tal vez.

Estos días azules y este sol de infancia

Alegría infantil en los rincones de las ciudades muertas!... ¡Y algo nuestro de ayer, que todavía vemos vagar por estas calles viejas!

De toda la memoria, solo vale el don preclaro de evocar los sueños.

Los caminitos blancos se cruzan y se alejan, buscando los dispersos caseríos del valle y de la sierra. Caminos de los campos... ¡Ay, ya no puedo caminar con ella!

Every lover attempts to keep a genealogy of his love, afraid treasured memories will inevitably fade away.

When everything is finished, the mornings are sad.

Ma anche se pensò così non si sentì rassicurato, sentì invece una grande nostalgia, di cosa non saprebbe dirlo, ma era una grande nostalgia di una vita passata e di una vita futura, sostiene Pereira.

Totta on niin kuin sanotaan, että sitä kauan kaipaa mitä nuorena on kokenut.

Possessed with a thousand thoughts of past joys

And he left me to dreams that were anything but sweet.

And then I heard Nico's voice. It was a song I've never heard before. I struggled to make out the lyrics. "You were my hands," I heard him sing. "You were my eyes. There's nothing left to reach for now, nothing left to see.