Quotes About Nostalgia

Times like this become memories almost instantly, part of a gilded past that somehow coexists with the present. Remember whens to look back on even as they are happening, bittersweet and aglow with sunshine fading to sepia—the late September dust suspended in the wake of a passing car, leafy smell in the air, blue sky reflected in his sunglasses.

Frances is feeling a familiar yet unnameably old feeling. One she hadn't known was ever hers to forget. Happiness.

Food is everything we are. It's an extension of nationalist feeling, ethnic feeling, your personal history, your province, your region, your tribe, your grandma. It's inseparable from those from the get-go.

And I had my first oyster. Now, this was a truly significant event. I remember it like I remember losing my virginity — and in many ways, more fondly. August

As well, there's the age-old syndrome common to fans of musicians with passionate and discerning cult followings. When the objects of adulation are crass enough to become popular, they quickly become a case of "used to be good.

There is nothing cool about "used to be cool.

On my day off, I rarely want to eat restaurant food unless I'm looking for new ideas or recipes to steal. What I want to eat is home cooking, somebody's anybody's - mother's or grandmother's food. A simple pasta pomodoro made with love, a clumsily thrown-together tuna casserole, roast beef with Yorkshire

But like a love affair, looking back you remember the happy times best — the things that drew you in, attracted you in the first place, the things that kept you coming back for more.

With a spoonful of nostalgia and even more sauce

What's left of her former glories, her days of empire, are in ruins, but those ruins continue to enchant us. You fall into a trance here.

You'd lay there after you'd drunk the old moloko and then you got the messel that everything all around you was sort of in the past.

Mas eu não conseguia deixar de me sentir um pouquinho decepcionado com as coisas do jeito que eram naquela época. Nada contra o que lutar de verdade. Tudo era fácil como tirar doce de criança. Mas a noite ainda era mesmo uma criança.

He suddenly began to look wretched, much as I had seen him look as a schoolboy: lonely: awkward: unpopular: odd; no longer the self-confident businessman into which he had grown. His face now brought back the days when one used to watch him plodding off through the drizzle to undertake the long, solitary runs across the dismal fields beyond the sewage farms: runs which were to train him for teams in which he was never included.

he had been curious to set eyes again on an old flame. He was also prepared to admit to himself that he was not unwilling to exhibit to her gaze as presentable a façade as could reasonably be attained without too much effort.

Rusty wore jeans, Fiona a long skirt that swept the ground. Dragging its flounces across the damp grass, she looked like a mediaeval lady from the rubric of an illuminated Book of Hours, a remote princess engaged in some now obsolete pastime.

It had neither memories of the past nor hope for the future.

Must we be strangers, you and I, because there was a time in which we were almost more than friends?

I like everything old-fashioned, said Eleanor; old-fashioned things are so much the honestest.

CHAPTER XXV THE LAST MORNING AT RUFFORD HALL

More than once had she expressed a wish to see old Christmas again in the old house among the old faces. But her husband had always pleaded a certain weakness about his throat and chest as a reason for remaining among the delights of Pau.

CHAPTER IX THE OLD KENNELS

The past is indeed 'another country'.

En ocasiones, en la vieja casa encantada del cerebro, oigo a lo lejos, alguna puerta olvidada. La música de una lejana fiesta espectral, y la agitación de los ecos bajo el chirriante suelo.

For as long as I can remember, I have felt the shtetl nipping at my heels.