Quotes About Nostalgia

My eyes remember oceans.

I kind of realize that I have a tendency to choose the kind of films I watched when I was a kid and would go home and pretend with my friends that we were in those movies after we saw them.

This parched evening seasons the night with remembrances of rain.

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The Wedding Guest here beat his breast,For he heard the loud bassoon.

Is this the hill? is this the kirk?Is this mine own countree?

How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood,When fond recollection presents them to view!

The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket,The moss-covered bucket which hung in the well.

We had a small above-ground swimming pool in the back garden and I have a photo of my father sitting in the canoe and sipping whisky while floating in the pool. He had bought it from a second-hand shop and I suspect my dad had been drinking before the purchase as well as after.

He also knew that whenever he recalled her kissing his cheek with such unqualified trust and acceptance, it was going to ache just a little in the vicinity of his heart. It ached now.

You are thinking of the past." I put my arms around her. She'd risen from childbed too soon. "We are the past," she said.

Baking cookies is comforting, and cookies are the sweetest little bit of comfort food. They are very bite-sized and personal.

Then I remember ice cream been a food I never taste. I wonder what my mama dream to name me for this food, as if she name me Something Lost.

Our memories are filled with images that are doors into old scenes in our lives.

Because beautiful things always make us sad,' she replied, closing her eyes and nestling her head against his. 'Why?' 'Because we can't hold onto them forever.' 'No, because they're transient, like a rainbow or a sunset. Nothing beautiful lasts. Or perhaps because they remind us of where we came from and our spirits long to return

Quería verla, así fuera de lejos. Necesitaba comprobar que seguía existiendo, que la imagen que tenía en la mente y que lo hacía sufrir tenía una vida por fuera de su nostalgia

I loved you once long ago, Athis… you seemed to me a small, ungainly child.

you will remember ]for we in our youth did these things yes many and beautiful things ] ] ]

I use to weave crowns

reminding me now of Anaktoria gone. I would rather see her lovely step and the radiant sparkle of her face than all the war chariots in Lydia

You will remember we did these things in our youth many and beautiful things. In the city for us the harsh We live opposite a daring person stone foundation thin-voiced

I loved you Atthis once long ago. You seemed to me a little child and graceless.

What an odd idea, really, to know that someone so very necessary in your life was lost to you and couldn't be called back.

He leaned over and kissed me — not for the first time, but it still felt like something. Like something I don't remember having felt before, or at least for a long time. Like a door had been opened that had been shut so long ago that I forgot it was there, and whatever was behind that door was younger and brighter and less burdened than what I'd becom