Quotes About Nostalgia

I wish you could go through life without ever caring about anything, without ever getting attached to people and dreams and inaccessible places. It just makes you sad when you can never go back.

The wave of memory had submerged me for a whole minute, while I'd just sat staring and let it all come flooding back.

He smiled, that gay clean smile of his that I knew so well and that had so often been like a light to me. For one of those brief magic moments of time the years slipped away, and I was back in the tiny old cottage in Sussex that a friend had loaned to us for a few days. It was our wedding night and Bill was saying, "All of me to you, darling, forever." Yes, that was it: all of each of us to the other. Forever. Whatever.

When Christmas bells are swinging above the fields of snow, we hear sweet voices ringing from lands of long ago, and etched on vacant places are half-forgotten faces of friends we used to cherish, and loves we used to know.

It was as pleasant as a dream of some idyllic past that had never truly been, but was nice to think of all the same.

The past is so far away, but it flickers, then cleaves the night. The bones of the past splinter between our teeth. This is our life, love. Why did I think it would be anything less than too much of everything?

That's what I love about vintage cookbooks," Ricky said. "They're an amazing window into how life was lived in past decades and how our eating habits have changed.

what initially attracted her to Daddy, the late

The older I grow the more earnestly I feel that the few joys of childhood are the best that life has to give.

No matter how vital experience might be while you lived it, no sooner was it ended and dead than it became as lifeless as the piles of dry dust in a school history book.

There's no statute of limitations on missing someone. I'm sure there are still times when it feels like only yesterday." It

Cakes are like books: There are new ones you want to read and old favorites you want to reread.

I maintain that when I finally retire from my career in music, I will go and live back in Wales - when I am an old person, if I live to be an old person. The water I miss, and the air, there's something different about it. And I miss the simple life.

I start really missing London when I go away. I have a little flat, but very central. I live above a pub and you'd think it'd be a nightmare, but I like hearing the music and it's quite comforting.

One is impelled to glance across the table, and since you went away I have done that so often that my eyes must have worn some varnish from the empty chair.

I found another girl to pose for Myrto and then I didn't think about Rafaela much, not until a spring day years later. Or rather, I thought about her with an occasional, impersonal pang. Have you ever had a favorite cafe close? It was like that.

He's not the same as you; he never was. I don't know why it's been so hard for you to see that. He lives in a different world than you do." Sadly he shook his head. "We're all living in a different world any more. I liked the old one better.

I miss talking to you.' 'I can't imagine why. We haven't talked about anything particularly interesting in years.' 'I thought it was interesting. Perhaps I like talking about boring things with you.

But thinking about Shakespeare didn't really help. Everyone was so melodramatic in the old days.

I used to get my money at the end of the week, buy my mum something, or buy a record, and that was it.

the gramophone on them. They seemed like magical objects; the fact that you put a needle on them and sound mysteriously came out amazed me.

Dicen que de los muertos se acaba añorando más las manías que te irritaban que la coherencia de sus actos

viejo aeropuerto de Barajas a la ciudad en un día de otoño.

espíritu de la serie «Seinfeld», que aún vemos todas las noches sabiéndonos como nos sabemos casi todos los capítulos de memoria.