Quotes About Nostalgia

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I'm surprised at my childish innocence. Deep down I know I could never be that innocent again, however much I'd like to be.

Hanneli und Sanne waren fruher meine besten Freundinnen, und wer uns zusammen sah, sagte immer: ,,Da laufen Anne, Hanne und Sanne.

For twenty years I have ached to go back home, when there was nobody there to whom I could return.

I never had a particularly strong craving to procreate, except for earlier fantasies of wanting to be Marmee in Little Women.

Most of us don't notice how great we look until years, even decades later. Not long ago, I was looking at photos of myself at various ages and weights—way before the neckular deterioration began, way before the fanny pack of menopause—and I could see how gorgeous I must have looked to everyone else.

Start with your childhood, I tell them. Plug your nose and jump in, and write down all your memories as truthfully as you can.

fine, peanut butter and jelly were fine if your parents understood the jelly/jam issue. Grape jelly was best, by Jar, a nice slippery comforting sugary petroleum-product grape. Strawberry jam was second; everything else was iffy. Take raspberry, for instance—

Taffy is the color of toast and butter.

When you love someone you do not love them all the time, in exactly the same way, from moment to moment. It is an impossibility. Security in a relationship lies neither in looking back to what it was in nostalgia, nor forward to what it might be in dread or anticipation, but living in the present relationship and accepting it as it is now.

The only real security is not in owning or possessing, no in demanding or expecting, not in hoping, even. Security in a relationship lies neither in looking back to what it was in nostalgia, nor forward to what it might be in dread or anticipation, but living in the present relationship and accepting it as it is now.

How quickly a moment sinks into the past.

But during all these years I had a vague but persistent desire to return to New Orleans. I never forgot New Orleans. And when we were in tropical places and places of those flowers and trees that grow in Louisiana, I would think of it acutely and I would feel for my home the only glimmer of desire I felt for anything outside my endless pursuit of art.

But the sky was never quite the same shade of blue again.

I like to read things I've read before. It's like listening over and over to your favorite song.

You do not know your vampire nature. You are like an adult who, looking back on his childhood, realizes that he never appreciated it. You cannot, as a man, go back to the nursery and play with your toys, asking for the love and care to be showered on you again simply because now you know their worth. So it is with you and mortal nature. You've given it up. You no longer look through a glass darkly. But you cannot pass back to the world of human warmth with your new eyes.

Maybe that was all there ever will be just that one weekend and forever this unfinished feeling...

Hauntings only repeat what occurred once upon a time.

Goodbye, darling, would I could leave you with something, some little thing...' 'You leave me with all I'll ever need,' she said softly. There was resignation in her voice. 'You leave me with some hours that other women must make up or read about in stories.

fragrance was the sharpest trigger of memory, a transport into forgotten worlds.

It was not to relive the old pain that she had returned, it was to know again, for a little while, the joy that had gone before.

A finely carved Black Forest cuckoo clock hung just to the right of the hutch. Phil would love that, Reuben thought. Phil had once collected cuckoo clocks, and their constant chiming and tweeting and cooing had driven everybody at home a little nuts.

My Beloved. It made her think of beautiful music, of elegant gentleman in old movies she saw on late night television. Of voices from another time, soft and distinct, the very words like kisses.

But the world was a tomb to me, a graveyard of broken statues, and each of those statues resembled her face.