Quotes About Nostalgia

forever. Fifteen years ago she'd woven ribbons through

my father. "Oh, it's so quaint," she said. "Isn't it quaint

It's all about remembering, it's all about being fifteen and in love for the first time.

PART ONE Dancing Queen 1977–1980

I look in the mirror through the eyes of the child that was me.

For songs are the heart of our memory and they let us live the search for meaning in our lives again and again.

A classic song has much mystery as well as mastery in its form; it sits still in the mind, throwing light on the past and the future, often bringing tears to our eyes, for it reaches into deep emotional wells that are often forgotten in the rush of the moment. The songs that touch me are on a very high level in terms of form and classic structure, and "Both Sides Now" has all of the requirements to make it irresistible.

Teri yaad chaand ki shakal mein ubhar kar aati hain

I've lived in this city all my life. I grew up on the Upper East Side. And when I was ten years old, I was rich, I was an aristocrat. Riding around in taxis, surrounded by comfort, and all I thought about was art and music. Now, I'm 36, and all I think about is money.

T]hat old September feeling, left over from school days, of summer passing, vacation nearly done, obligations gathering, books and football in the air ... Another fall, another turned page: there was something of jubilee in that annual autumnal beginning, as if last year's mistakes had been wiped clean by summer.

I wonder if ever again Americans can have that experience of returning to a home place so intimately known, profoundly felt, deeply loved, and absolutely submitted to? It is not quite true that you can't go home again. I have done it, coming back here. But it gets less likely. We have had too many divorces, we have consumed too much transportation, we have lived too shallowly in too many places.

There it was, there it is, the place where during the best time of our lives friendship had its home and happiness its headquarters.

The perfect weather of Indian Summer lengthened and lingered, warm sunny days were followed by brisk nights with Halloween a presentiment in the air.

Salt is added to dried rose petals with the perfume and spices, when we store them away in covered jars, the summers of our past.

We must be reconciled, for what we left behind us can never be ours again.

Home was a curious thing, like happiness. You never knew you had had it until it was gone.

A muddy little stream, a village grown unfamiliar with time and trees. I turn around and retrace my way up Main Street and park and have a Coke in the confectionery store. It is run by a Greek, as it used to be, but whether the same Greek or another I would not know. He does not recognize me, nor I him. Only the smell of his place is familiar, syrupy with old delights, as if the ghost of my first banana split had come close to breathe on me.

There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood, Touch of manner, hint of mood . . ." How does it go?

sitting in Grandmother's old wicker chair and littering my porch with her foolish young life.

It was the last nostalgia: that heShould understand.

After the leaves have fallen, we return To a plain sense of things.... It is difficult even to choose the adjective For this blank cold, this sadness without cause...

He thought often of the land from which he came, How that whole country was a melon, pink If seen rightly and yet a possible red.

Across the intersection he could see the crumbling blue-green facade of the Palace Amusements building, the grinning ten-foot-high face on its north wall smiling out on empty streets and vacant lots. The arcade entrances were covered with plywood; broken neon tubing hung from the walls. He thought of the hours he had spent there as a kid, playing pinball, firing the real .22s in the shooting gallery, riding the bumper cars. It hurt to look at it now.

Too many people grow up. That`s the real trouble with the world, too many people grow up. They forget. They don`t remember what it`s like to be 12 years old. They patronize, they treat children as inferiors. Well I won`t do that