Quotes About Nostalgia

That was when the world wasn't so big and I could see everywhere. It was when my father was a hero and not a human.

And the boy whose hair remained the color of lemons forever.

Papa sat with me tonight. He brought the accordion down and sat close to where Max used to sit. I often look at his fingers and face when he plays. the accordion breathes. There are lines on his cheeks. They look drawn on, and for some reason, when I see them, I want to cry. It is not for any sadness or pride. I just like the way they move and change. Sometimes I think my papa is an accordion. When he looks at me and smiles and breathes, I hear the notes.

I want to talk to him. I want to ask him about that girl and if he loved her and still misses her.

Of course I told him about you, Liesel said. She was saying goodbye and she didn't even know it

What I like best is walking with my hands in my pockets, having the Doorman next to me, and imagining that Audrey's on my other side. I always picture us from behind.

Por encima de todo, la ladrona de libros ansiaba volver al sótano a escribir o leer su historia una vez más. Ahora que lo pienso, sin duda se le veía en la cara. Se moría de ganas de reencontrar esa seguridad, ese hogar, pero era incapaz de moverse. Además, el sótano ya no existía. Era parte del paisaje desvastado.

In the darkness of my dark-beating heart, I know. He'd have loved it, all right.

God damn, you were so beautiful, Mama.

Anhelaba volver a la inconsciencia de entonces, a sentir tanto amor sin saberlo y a confundirlo con las risas y el pan untado con poco más que el aroma de la mermelada. Fue la mejor época de su vida. Aunque quedaría sembrada de bombas

If only she could be so oblivious again, to feel such love without knowing it, mistaking it for laughter and bread with only the scent of jam spread on top of it.

A veces, en el sótano, se levantaba con el regusto del acordeón en sus oídos y saboreaba el resquemor dulzón del champán en la lengua.

La memoria me dice que en la parte de atrás [...] había muchos anhelos.

It was with great sadness that she realised that her brother would be six forever, but when she held that thought, she also made an effort to smile.

If only she could be so oblivious again, to feel such love without knowing it, mistaking it for laughter and bread with only the scent of jam spread out on top of it. It was the best time of her

That was when the world wasn't so big and I could see everywhere. It was when my father was a hero and not a human.

She leaned down and looked at his lifeless face and Liesel kissed her best friend Rudy Steiner soft and true on his lips. He tasted dusty and sweet. He tasted like regret in the shadows of trees and in the glow of the anarchist's suit collection.

Keep playing Papa. Papa stopped. He dropped the accordion and his silver eyes continued to rust.

It's funny how there are things in this world that do nothing but annoy you, but you know you'd miss them when they're gone.

Anhelaba volver a la inconsciencia de entonces, a sentir tanto amor sin saberlo y a confundirlo con las risas.

Sie hielten sich an den Händen. Ein letzter, durchnässter Abschied, dann drehten sie sich um und verließen den Friedhof, wobei sie mehrmals zurückschauten. Ich dagegen blieb noch ein Weilchen länger. Ich winkte. Niemand winkte zurück.

Anhelaba volver a la inconsciencia de entonces, a sentir tanto amor sin saberlo y a confundirlo con las risas y el pan untado con poco más que el aroma de la mermelada.

When you're young, you think everything you do is disposable. You move from now to now, crumpling up time in your hands, tossing it away. You're your own speeding car. You think you can get rid of things, and people too - leave them behind. You don't know about the habit they have, of coming back. Time in dreams is frozen. You can never get away from where you've been.

Goodbye, papa, you saved me. you taught me to read. No one can play like you. I'll never drink champagne. no one can play like you.