Quotes About Nostalgia

Voltando le spalle al pilota e alla muta scatenata, mi misi a singhiozzare: le lacrime mi si gelavano sul viso, piangevo per la mia infanzia, per quel tempo in cui la neve era un piacere senza fine, in cui una città era uno spazio meraviglioso per vivere e una foresta non era ancora un posto comodo per uccidere la gente.

I would have liked to play the piano. Once at a concert an elderly lady leaned toward me: "You are a pianist, aren't you?"—"Unfortunately not, madam," I had to answer with regret. Even today, the thought that I don't play the piano and never will play it suffocates me, sometimes even more than the horrors, the dark river of my past carrying me through the years. I literally can't get over it.

A 1998—and didn't there always seem to be a 1998 coin in every handful of change?—and a 2013. Still new looking even though it was a few years old now. The coins were still warm. Warmer now for

Norm sighed and read the post for a third time. A whole bunch of different emotions were tumbling round his stomach, like clothes in a washing machine. It was hardly surprising. He and Mikey had been best friends forever. Well, not actually forever obviously, but a long time anyway. Since they were

I was simply happy to have the chance to be with them again.

And even if you didn't fall in love in the eighties, in your mind it will feel like the eighties, all innocent and airbrushed, with bright colors and shoulder pads and Pat Benetar or the Cure on the soundtrack.

There's always a last time. If you could remember every last time, you'd never stop grieving.

Silver is forty-four years old, if you can believe it, out of shape, and depressed—although he doesn't know if you call it depression when you have good reason to be; maybe then you're simply sad, or lonely, or just painfully aware, on a daily basis, of all the things you can never get back.

She holds on to a rung of the ladder while I tread water a foot or so in front of her. After a few moments, my eyes have adjusted to that I can look into hers. I flash back to Horry and Wendy, looking at each other in this exact spot a few hours ago, this haunted pool that seems to pull dead and buried love to its surface.

Besides, I came from the eighties, a neon, hair-sprayed decade from which very little music made it out alive.

I have no doubt that, had I actually been growing up in the 1930s or 1940s, I would have been grooving to turn-of-the-century beats.

We're all doing different things and some of the girls are mums, so priorities have changed. But I would love to do something with the Spice Girls again. I know we would have an amazing time.

Admiro también que ella viaje con un saco en bandolera y no una maleta con ruedas, como todo el mundo hoy día. La maleta con ruedas es práctica, no se puede decir lo contrario, pero priva al viaje de todo carácter novelesco, es a mi entender uno de los accesorios menos sexy del mundo, y mi aprecio por Erica lo refuerza ese saco de tela flexible, sin partes rígidas, que encajo sin problema entre mis piernas en la delantera de la escúter. Cuando

My mom was an aesthetician and she went to beauty school back in the '60s. I just remember watching her do her makeup all the time. She always had her nails done, makeup on - her face was ready to go when she went out. I loved it.

I can put my legs behind my head and sing 'Happy Birthday.' Because that's something that me and my friends used to do when we were in gymnastics class as kids, and I can still do it. I was doing it since I was 8 and 9. They used to call me Gumby. Very bendy.

You don't appreciate a lot of stuff in school until you get older. Little things like being spanked every day by a middle-aged woman: Stuff you pay good money for in later life.

Oh, I wish I lived in a caravan!' said Jimmy longingly. 'How lovely it must be to live in a house that has wheels and can go away down the lanes and through the towns, and stand still in fields at night!

A infância é uma batalha perdida.

No todo el mundo sabe que a Veracruz y a sus playas lejanas no pienso en la vida nunca volver. Fui feliz allí, el mes pasado, en noche de luna llena, en Los Portales, ni antes ni después de esa noche, en el último mes de julio de mi juventud. Pero no pienso en la vida nunca volver, pues sé muy bien que la nostalgia de un lugar sólo enriquece mientras se conserva como nostalgia, pero su recuperación significa la murte.

if it weren't for the fact, ladies and gentlemen, that I never go to the movies. Indeed, I've never even been inside a cinema, not even when I was a child, when it was fashionable to spend Sundays in one of those dark places.

A CD. How quaint. We have these in museums.

Cowboy: 'Come and see the barn.' Visitor: 'I've loved barns ever since I was a little girl.

Slowly, he walked up the path with the dog and opened the door. Everything in the cottage was as it had been before – his mother getting the evening meal ready, his father brooding in front of the fire, as he did for hours these days since there was no work. "She's… she's come home again,'' Joe said.

The sigh of midnight trains in empty stations,Silk stockings thrown aside, dance invitations:Oh how the ghost of you clings!These foolish thingsRemind me of you.