Quotes About Nostalgia

Then the day came when we stopped playing. We'd gone a couple of months without our usual games, but a few days into the school holidays I got my dolls out and tried to start up again. And it had all gone. The magic didn't work any more. I could barely even remember how we'd done it, but I tried to recapture the mood, the storylines, the way the dolls had moved and thought and spoken. But now it was like reading a meaningless book.

There are some things that once you've lost, you never get back. Innocence is one. Love is another. I guess childhood is a third.

But it was my parents I longed for mostly. I wanted to be a little girl again and cuddle into them, wriggling in between them like I'd done in their bed when I was three or four, snug and warm in the safest place in the world. Instead I had Hell.

Coming in solemn beauty like slow old tunes of Spain.

In the West, the past is very close. In many places, it still believes it's the present.

God, he thought, what would I not give to be drinking a pint of beer in the mess in Aldershot now, or in the Lord Nelson bar in Dover, morning parades done with and nothing whatever to do or think about until inspection tomorrow.

So scared of getting older, I'm only good at being young.

The older I get, the better I used to be.

You were a beautiful child," he heard himself saying, and for a moment he did not know to whom he spoke. Light swam before his eyes, found shape, and became the face of his daughter, lined and somber and worn with care.

The days were quiet. They did not feel particularly quiet or happy but through them ran the sense, like an underground river, that there would come a time when these days would be looked back on as happiness, all that life could give of contentment and peace.

Now we already lived in different buildings, and soon we would live even farther away from each other, and she would be married, and I would never wait for her in her bedroom again. How brief and magical it was that we all lived so close to each other and went in and out of each other's rooms, and our most important job was to solve mysteries.

On the way to the train station, my mother said that she wasn't going to wash my sheets after I left. Sometimes, she said, she slept in my bed for one or two nights, because the bed still smelled like me. She smiled conspiratorially, and I felt my heart constrict.

When he leaned in to kiss me, it was like sliding back into the water on one of those long days at the beach, where you just get out so you can go back in again.

It can be really exasperating to look back at your past. What's the matter with you? I want to ask her, my younger self, shaking her shoulder. If I did that, she would probably cry. Maybe I would cry, too.

When deep August arrives, a certain melancholy sets in, the kind people get on a Sunday afternoon.

There was the golden age, the years our children were nine, ten, eleven. Fourth and fifth grade....of course you never realize it's the golden age until it's over.

There was a memory for everything, India realized; it was pointless to try to escape the memories.

You know what the happiest summer of my life was?" Kate asks. 'When you turned 13?' Jessie guesses. "I was 13 during the Great Depression, so no.

lighter now that it was summer. When he was a little boy, he always told her how pretty she was. Now

Elin Hilderbrand

halcyon days—the days when storms do not occur.

oohing and aahing over the Old Whaling Church and

The end of summer was the saddest time of year.

He couldn't remember his former babysitter's name. It was in the Elisa/Alyssa/Alicia vein, but he wasn't sure exactly which.