Quotes About Nostalgia

My mother is a huge fan of my work. I told her about 'Coraline' long before the film was made, and she got the book and read it. She reminded me that when I was about five years old, I used to sit in the kitchen for hours and talk about my 'other' family in Africa, my other mother and father. I had totally forgotten that.

When I see my kids totally into their Legos, it brings me back to the days I was hanging out and playing with my monster models. It brings me there in a second.

WAFFLE HOUSE Two words that spelled oasis across the Southland.

Walt: Do you miss the good old days? Gracie: How old? Walt: When we were old enough to be good. Gracie: We were never that old, Wally. Or that young.

book I still possess in all the flotsam and ruckus of my life

There was nothing to see but in my mind's eye I could see everything, because she had supplied the ancient cinema of this place.

has been changed. The jars of boiled sweets still hypnotize the children after school. Even the newcomers

They had a house there below Kelsha, one of the old mud-walled jobs, that has long disappeared back into its garden of fuchsia and orange lilies that the mother herself had planted in her first days of marriage, as women do in their gardens, all full of hope.

But we only have one path across the mire of remembrance in general.

A saying, since a saying arises always from the mouths of adults when a person was just a listening child, was supposed to carry you back there, like a magic trick or a scrap of a story, or something with something else still sticking to it.

Maybe the ultimate wound is the one that makes you miss the war you got it in.

With the possible exception of grits, there's no food more Southern than greens, whose bitter smell while cooking down in salty fatback amid the jittery hiss of a pressure cooker is a Proustian madeleine for generations of black and white Southerners alike. The

A lot of people would be embarrassed to admit that they were on 'Barney', but I embrace the fact. I just had such a wonderful time doing that show. I learned what a camera and prop is, and all that. I learned my manners too, so I guess that's a good thing!

There are some songs in your playlist which u don't want to listen and don't want to delete either ....same is the case with some relationships...you want to keep them no matter what...even if you know that they are there for namesake...

På bron fanns inte en människa, som kunde höra dem. Det var deras hemlands blåa kullar, älvens gråa vatten och de bugande träden som de sjöng till. De skulle aldrig se dem mer, och ur strupar, som tillsnördes av gråt, trängde avskedssången.

Things that were hard to bear are sweet to remember.

Christmastime was always my favorite time of year. It did something to me. It made me softer. More kindhearted. Not an affliction I fall prey to lately. But back then I loved the days leading up to Christmas almost as much as I loved the day itself.

I only wish I could describe it more accurately, because it's not the design I'm trying to describe as much as the feeling it evokes when I think of it. A sense of home how does one describe that?

Colectionar, fetisist, nu m-am putut desp?r?i de simboluri, de amintiri, de verigile acestea ale trecutului gelos ag??ate unele de altele de-a lungul unei vie?i întregi.

On se souvient de rien, et puisqu'on oublie tout, rien c'est bien mieux que tout.

One day you will hear the sound of time rustling as it slips through your fingers like sand. Remember me then. I wish you luck.

Esos días con vos se recortan del resto de mi vida con la tonalidad de lo ideal: si alguna vez tuviera la desgracia de estar a punto de ahogarme, en la película completa desde mi nacimiento esos días (qué pocos fueron, ¿no?) se destacarían en la oscuridad con tal suficiencia que yo, entre las olas, sonreiría, en vez de luchar».

La memoria trabaja con la misma lógica oblicua y rebelde de los sueños. Hurga en los pozos ocultos y de ellos extrae visiones que, a diferencia de las de los sueños, son casi siempre placenteras. La memoria puede, a voluntad de su poseedor, teñirse de nostalgia, y la nostaliga sólo por excepción produce monstruos.

am and am not in Leningrad. Am I? Of course I am! It's as if I never left. What a lie! My heart is somewhere else. GOLDFISH I was in my second year of secondary school.