Quotes About Nostalgia

He'd forgotten what delight felt like.

Everything in this town is retro, which accounts for the large supply of black vintage items in Accessories. 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

I didn't want realism anyway: I wanted things to be highly coloured, simple in outline, without ambiguity, which is what most children want when it comes to the stories of their parents. They want a postcard.

The books I was given to learn from were about a boy and a girl called Dick and Jane. The books were very old, and the pictures had been altered at Ardua Hall. Jane wore long skirts and sleeves, but you could tell from the places where the paint had been applied that her skirt had once been above her knees and her sleeves had ended above her elbows. Her hair had once been uncovered.

I knew his hug was acting, but at that moment I didn't care. I really did feel almost as if he was my first boyfriend. It wasn't much, but it was something.

I'd never gone out with anyone because I'd never met anyone I might want to go out with. There seemed to be no way that could happen. Boys from the Wyle School were not possible: I'd gone through grade school with them, I'd seen them pick their noses, and some of them had been pants-wetters. You can't feel romantic with those images in your mind.

Amazing how quickly the past becomes idyllic. Ivory

The next few weeks were the worst he could remember. Too many things were coming back to him, too much of what he'd lost - or - sadder - had never had in the first place. All that wasted time, and he didn't even know who'd wasted it.

So instead she's sitting remembering how much she can no longer remember, of who she used to be, who she thought she would turn into when she grew up.

What I miss is what she'd say. What she would have said.

The north smells different from the city: clearer, thinner. You can see farther. A sawmill, a hill of sawdust, the teepee shape of a sawdust burner; the smokestacks of the copper smelters, the rocks around them bare of trees, burnt-looking, the heaps of blackened slag: I've forgotten about these things all winter, but here they are again, and when I see them I remember them, I know them, I greet them as if they are home.

The soft strings of the lute rippled with memories, and the maid's lilting voice made Mary sigh as she closed her eyes. She fell asleep filled with sadness, but without regret.

We want the sharers of our youth to remain forever young, to remind us of what we were, not of what we are.

donnikers were down near the Tilt-A-Whirl, convenient

What's broken is broken—and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I live…I'm too old to believe in such sentimentalities as clean slates and starting all over.

He made her play and she had almost forgotten how. Life had been so serious and so bitter. He knew how to play and swept her along with him.

It had been so long since she had seen him and she had lived on memories until they were worn thin.

For I am fighting for the old days, the old ways which I love so much, but which, I fear, are now gone forever, no matter how the die may fall. For, win or lose, we lose just the same. - Ashley Wilkes, Gone with the Wind

Was Tara still standing? Or was Tara also gone with the wind which had swept through Georgia?

What is broken is broken—and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived.

Better to be tormented with memories of Ashley than Charleston accents.

Dearest one, do you remember When we last did meet?

Voi Scarlett, sinä olet huono valehtelemaan! Niin, elämässä on nyt loistoa - eräänlaista. Siinähän vika juuri onkin. Entisissä ajoissa ei ollut loistoa, mutta niissä oli suloa, kauneutta, hiljaista taikaa.

If for no other reason she hated the Yankees because they kept her from having real coffee with sugar and thick cream in it.