Quotes About Nostalgia

If you want to keep a memory pristine, you must not call upon it too often, for each time it is revisited, you alter it irrevocably, remembering not the original impression left by experience but the last time you recalled it.

photographs supplant and corrupt the past, all the while creating their own memories. As I held my childhood pictures in my hands, in the tenderness of my "remembering," I also knew that with each photograph I was forgetting.

I really do love Diana Ross I grew up listening to her records. I grew up in a little town in Mexico, so while we got the music, we never got the experience of watching her.

No estimo res més, excepte l'ombra viatgera d'un núvol. El lent record dels dies que són passats per sempre.

And although Margarita lived in a world that predated Technicolor, she always dreamed of the boy in rich pastels.

When you finally go back to your old home, you find it wasn't the old home you missed but your childhood.

When you finally go back to your old hometown, you find it wasn't the old home you missed but your childhood.

Winter rain on moss soundlessly recalls those happy bygone days

This country makes a man younger than his birthdays.

This country was built on the backs of dudes who drank on buses. What we do honors them.

The perceived wisdom is that people do not go in large numbers to black-and-white movies anymore - which is a great shame, but I'd love to make a black-and-white movie one day.

Here were Winnie the Pooh, The Wind in the Willows, A Wrinkle in Time, The Outsiders, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, Gone with the Wind, Wuthering Heights. And over here Anne of Green Gables, One Hundred Years of Solitude, Pride and Prejudice, Island of the Blue Dolphins.

They traded one of those looks only two people who have grown up together can trade, long and candid, and Rachel found herself hurting for him.

Questo luogo caldo e umido, che sapeva di muffa, dove aveva trovato rifugio, era un mausoleo di libri, un tesoro dimenticato, un cimitero di tutte le pagine non lette e illeggibili.

I feel like I've never had a home, you know? I feel related to the country, to this country, and yet I don't know exactly where I fit in... There's always this kind of nostalgia for a place, a place where you can reckon with yourself.

There are times when I can't help thinking about the past. I know the present is the place to be. It's always been the place to be. I know I've been recommended by very wise people to stay in the present as much as possible, but the past sometimes presents itself. The past doesn't come as a whole. It always comes in parts.

Moi Aussi I need to know you even as I never know my self that phantom ache of amputated innocence You, the stirrings of a curtain, dust settling on sepia cuckoo clocks covers obscuring Perhaps one day you will become a benign sentence an agency through which to be. Return

She's not very old but the cigarettes help her to feel like she is.

you don't have to be dead to haunt. Parents, songs, exes.

I discover her anew in each black cat I see ... And it is only when I try to touch her, to make her linger yet awhile, that she dies all over again. A snowflake in my hand...

The things we did last summer I'll remember all winter long.

There are certain romances that belong in certain cities, in a certain atmosphere, in a certain time.

All he cares about is going out there with his Jack Daniels bottle. Nothing has changed. That's kind of sad. If David was doing better than he used to be, then that would be different. But it was a joke and he made it that way.

Some people say that their school days were the happiest of their lives. They may be right, but I always look with suspicion upon those whom I hear saying this. It is hard enough to know whether one is happy or unhappy now, and still harder to compare the relative happiness or unhappiness of different times of one's life; the utmost that can be said is that we are fairly happy so long as we are not distinctly aware of being miserable. As