Quotes About Nostalgia

Here you leave today and enter the world of yesterday, tomorrow, and fantasy.

She touched me once And life then stopped. She held my hand, My frog heart hopped. She left my mouth And formed a smile With lips that promised: "In a while." I look, I hope, I stand, a dunce— Where is the one who touched me once?

Every place that I have lived haunts me. I always feel like I was never attentive enough and that I missed something, when in reality it's so much more, I missed volumes.

Our image of happiness is indissolubly bound up with the image of the past.

Every passion borders on the chaotic, but the collector's passion borders on the chaos of memories.

The work of memory collapses time.

Every passion borders on the chaotic, but the collector's passion borders on the chaos of memories.

Poor Jim JayGot stuck fastIn Yesterday.

I better stop thinking in this manner, or before I know where I am I'll be bursting into tears, and it's a nice thing getting homesick before you even leave a place at all, so it is.

Ist es nicht absurd, dass einem die Erinnerung an gute Zeiten viel eher die Tränen in die Augen treibt als die an schlechte?

Grosse lacrime cominciarono a scorrermi sulla faccia e mi sforzai di convincermi che era solo una questione di nervi. E invece piangevo per la tristezza di dover constatare che il tempo sfugge a tutti noi e non si lascia alle spalle altro che immagini sempre più pallide.

The older you get the more you live in the past

Once things have passed and become irretrievable, we tend to see them with a hazy, golden glow.

Rose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyesMay weep, but never see,A night of memories and of sighsI consecrate to thee.

When thinking about companions gone, we feel ourselves doubly alone.

The moment I see her, there's a rumbling in my chest, and my mouth is as dry as a desert. This was something sure to be crammed full of warmth secrets, like an antique clock built when peace filled the world.

My sons weren't sure what I was getting at. It doesn't matter anyway, because it won't be an option for them. They don't have a Tom Petty. They're borrowing mine.

All now was hurry and bustle. The meeting of acquaintances-- the greetings of friends-- the consultations of men of business. I alone was solitary and idle. I had no friend to meet, no cheering to receive. I stepped upon the land of my forefathers-- but felt that I was stranger in the land.

Sweet is the memory of distant friends! Like the mellow rays of the departing sun, it falls tenderly, yet sadly, on the heart.

In this world of memories, there's no need for strangers. -Kenshin to Kaoru

The room fell quiet. And as I read down the list of over one hundred and fifty eight-grade boys, I realized that to me, there had only ever been one boy.

My childhood was kind of a blur, to tell you the truth. I needed better glasses.

There is a certain timelessness to closets.

I reach under Mongo, and my hand lands on something squishy. I grab hold of it, and pull out an orange bunny Peep from a long ago Easter. Even I wouldn't eat it now. The scary thing is, it still looks perfectly fine. Dusty, but fine. I think Dr. Grady was wrong. At the end of the world will be bacteria, cockroaches, and Peeps.