Quotes About Nostalgia

Was I shocked to find that the world of my childhood could be contained in a single crate?

dark Portuguese figs we'd given him from our trip to the Serra da Estrela.

I don't hold memories in my hand, but I'll never let them go.

We are all exiles from our past , and, as such, we need to recapture it.

There are moments when the past ceases to be a form of the present. Rain and tears look alike.

În seara aceea, stau în buc?t?ria casei înguste, beau o ceaÈ™c? cu ceai È™i m?nânc o felie de pâine cu gem dulce de la generozitate È™i acru de la amintiri.

The more he thought about it, the more his childhood seemed like a cavity in somebody else's tooth--unhealthy, but no big deal, at least not to him.

One may write about the child one was with the same freedom that a novelist creates a character. There is no fear of egotism, for the portrait is one of faint colors, and the incidents that crowd in on any small life are incidents of childhood rather than of a particular child.

But again and again that night there came to him Meg's white, still face as it lay on the scarlet cushions, and he knew the wind that stirred the curtains at the window had been playing with the long grass in the churchyard a few minutes since.

We never had a bathtub. Mom would bathe me in the wooden or tin washtub in the kitchen, or in a big lard can.

I wanted to be with the kind of people I'd grown up with, but you can't go back to them and be one of them again, no matter how hard you try.

Johnny Guitar... just one of my favorite singers of all time. I met him when we were both on the road with Johnny Otis in the '50s when I was a teenager. We traveled the country in a car together.I would hear him sing every night.

I still forget, sometimes, that I am no longer 12 years old.

Each of the beings necessary to our existence who disappears takes away with him a whole world of feelings that no other relationship can revive.

The little toy dog is covered with dust,But sturdy and staunch he stands;And the little toy soldier is red with rust,And his musket molds in his hands;Time was when the little toy dog was new,And the soldier was passing fair;And that was the time when our Little Boy BlueKissed them and put them there.

The gingham dog went "Bow-wow-wow!"And the calico cat replied "Mee-ow!"The air was littered, an hour or so,With bits of gingham and calico.

A sweet thing, for whatever time,to revisit in dreams the dear dead we have lost.

A sweet thing, for whatever time,to revisit in dreams the dear dad we have lost.

The world was so beautiful in those days, Annika. The music, the flowers, the scent of pines..." "It still is," said Annika. "Honestly, it still is.

Smells are odd things. They follow you about when you're not thinking about them, but when you put your nose to where they ought to be, they aren't there. The

Knowing it was her last night on the Arabella , Maia fought against sleep. She must remember it all--the lapping of the water against the side of the boat, the white moths, the fireflies… Finn, too, was awake. "When we're grown up I'll come back for you, I promise. No one can stop us then.

I like to imagine the iPod as the soundtrack to people's lives. It makes ordinary life a bit more like the movies.

I wouldn't have missed it for the world," said Mrs. Bridge, smiling all around, "and I feel awfully lucky. Even so we were certainly glad to see the Union Station. I suppose no matter how far you go there's no place like home." She could see they agreed with her, and surely what she had said was true, yet she was troubled and for a moment she was almost engulfed by a nameless panic.

Trenta, trentacinque, quaranta: gli anni erano sempre passati a farle visita come zie criticone, e sempre erano scomparsi senza lasciare traccia, senza fare rumore. E adesso ne era arrivato un altro.