Quotes About Nostalgia

I'm in a comic book now. That was cool. That's something that I'm still sorta reeling about, 'cause I read comics as a kid. Someone drew me, and actually did a pretty good job!

Nat King Cole - I listen to him a lot.

Every night, the dreams pour down and engulf me. An hour, or a day, or even a whole week from my past spills out from the dark, wrapping up my mind in a cocoon of old sensations I thought I'd left behind. Like there's a time machine in my head, I'll be catapulted backward, uncomfortably squeezed into my younger skins like shoes that I've outgrown.

The person that I am slowly becomes the girl I used to be, until eventually I surrender, saturated in my days gone by, feeling every moment for the first time . . . all over again.

I can remember when it wasn't so lonely around here. I guess loneliness makes you remember the good times.

Hayat birbirinde ay?rd?klar?n?, k?sa bir müddet için tekrar yakla?t?r?r gibi olsa bile, uzun zaman yan yana b?rakm?yor. Geçen günleri bir daha geri getirmek mümkün de?il ve sadece hat?ralar iki insan? birbirine ba?layacak kadar kuvvetli de?il.

?nsan al??t???, güzel buldu?u, kendine yak?n buldu?u yerlerden ayr?l?rken sanki vücudunun bir k?sm?n? orda b?rak?yormu? gibi üzülür.

Gönderdi?in sümbüllerden bir k?sm?n? yengem bana vermi? ve senin sümbülü çok sevdi?ini söylemi?ti. Onlar?, t?pk? seni koklar gibi koklad?m ve gö?sümde ta??d?m.

Gözlerimi kapad???m zaman senin hayalini görüyorum." diyorsun. Ah Aliye, ben gözlerim aç?kken bile hep seni görüyorum.

Ben bu kad?n? yedi ya??mdan beri okudu?um kitaplardan, be? ya??mdan beri kurdu?um hayal dünyalar?ndan tan?yordum.

ESK?S? G?B? Seneler sürer her günüm, Yaln?z gitmekten yorgunum; Zannetme sana darg?n?m, Ben gene sana vurgunum.

Ak?t?p gözüm ya??n? Hat?rlar?m gülü?ünü; K?v?rc?k saçl? ba??n? Gö?süme koyamad???m!

Me pregunto muchas veces si la infancia es un espejismo. Recurro tantas veces a ella que me da miedo pensar que posiblemente la haya deformado o idealizado. Desde que tengo conciencia de mí misma, he sabido que quería hacerme mayor viviendo como cuando era niña. Volverme adulta haciendo el camino a la inversa, regresar a lo que me rodeaba y me hizo tener tanto apego al campo. Soy lo que soy gracias a la infancia.

Il est des petites choses que l'on laisse derrière soi, des moments de vie ancrés dans la poussière du temps. On peut tenter de les ignorer, mais ces petits riens mis bout à bout forment une chaîne qui vous raccroche au passé.

La mémoire est aussi paresseuse qu'hypocrite, elle ne retient que les meilleurs et les pires souvenirs, les temps forts, jamais la mesure du quotidien, qu'elle efface.

I want everything back, the way it was. But there is no point to it, this wanting.

Old lovers go the way of old photographs, bleaching out gradually as in a slow bath of acid: first the moles and pimples, then the shadings. Then the faces themselves, until nothing remains but the general outlines.

Every night when I go to bed I think, In the morning I will wake up in my own house and things will be back the way they were. It hasn't happened this morning, either.

The past is so much safer, because whatever's in it has already happened. It can't be changed; so, in a way, there's nothing to dread.

She had no images of this love. She could offer no anecdotes. It was a belief rather than a memory.

This afternoon held that special quality of mournful emptiness I've connected with late Sunday afternoons ever since childhood: the feeling of having nothing to do.

and the evening was so beautiful, that it made a pain in my heart, as when you cannot tell wether you are happy or sad; and I thought that if I could have a wish, it would be that nothing would ever change, and we would stay that way forever.

I've never understood why people consider youth a time of freedom and joy. It's probably because they have forgotten their own.

We slept in what had once been the gymnasium.