Quotes About Nostalgia

We smile a last smile, and I walk away. I feel her watching me, but I don't look back.

he felt a pang of desire for the tintinnabulation of a Georgia summer. Strange, he thought, to long for the rasp of day- and dusk-singing cicadas and the night singers, katydids.

the heart's memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good and thanks to this artifice we manage to endure the burden of the past

The rolls of music that she herself had thrown into the trash with the pretext that they had rotted from dampness kept spinning and playing in her memory.

He throws a quick arm around me and quotes a line we've always loved from The New Hampshire Hotel, Keep passing the open windows.

They're always looking forward to going places they're just coming back from, or regretting doing things they haven't yet done. They say hello when they mean goodbye.

This had seemed a safe choice, since to be against the Beatles (late-middle period) is to be against life.

To remember a day would take a day. To remember a year would take a year.

And quite right too. Thinking back, actually, 'self-infatuation' strikes me as a rather ill-chosen word. It isn't so much that I like or love myself. Rather, I'm sentimental about myself. (I say, is this normal for someone my age?) What do I think of Charles Highway? I think: 'Charles Highway? Oh, I like him. Yes, I've got a soft spot for old Charles. He's all right is Charlie. Chuck's ... okay.

It's a drag, not being young, but at least I don't have to take a test tomorrow morning.

The past weaves all around this; we still duck in and out of its lost but shimmering kingdoms.

And now, at dusk, outside my window, the trees shake their heads like disco dancers in the strobe lights of nightlife long ago.

All the poems of the poet who has entered into his poethood are poems of homecoming.

I used to love you very much.

In the Seventies, there was Queen's 'Bohemian Rhapsody', in the Eighties there was Duran Duran's 'Rio' and in the Nineties 'Runaway Train' by Soul Asylum. We're Coldplay and this is 'Yellow'.

May you all return here often to remember that life can be sweet, that women are beautiful and that in the Périgord we never forget our friends." He turned to Moore.

It's never the same, drinking with your father," said Yevgeny and poured himself another vodka. "It's like kissing your sister; your heart isn't in it.

One day she would recall this very twilit evening and the sight of her children dancing on the shore and then... Yes, then she would wish she had stopped to hold their chubby hands and play tag along with them.

The yellow cottage with the Charleston green shutters

This magical song took them all far from the muted peace of the suburban blocks they were familiar with, far, farther back to their youth, when they were smooth skinned, slim and sassy, when they walked the city streets with swinging hips, when their worlds delivered pearls.

Did she ever feel nostalgia for any of her girlhood dreams? But life was made up of a succession of dreams, some few to be realized, most to be set aside as time went on, one or two to persist for a lifetime. It was knowing when to abandon a dream, perhaps, that mattered and distinguished the successful people in life from the sad, embittered persons who never moved on from the first of life's great disappointments. Or from the airy dreamers who never really lived life at all.

Was memory always as much of a burden as it could sometimes be a blessing.

She looked like someone he must have known all his life. She looked like a little piece of home - whatever the devil his mind meant by presenting him with that odd idea.

If there were no illusions, there would bo no disillusionment. But then one would have no fond memories either, with which fortify oneself against the pain of the reality.