Quotes About Nostalgia

Just as you unreel the thread from a spool, I want the past to become present." When she said this, actually she made past time present. In her mind the past became alive and was the present.

Of the three of us, I alone was allowed to enter Amma's bedroom and watch her get dressed for special occasions. It was an experience I considered almost religious, for, even though I adored the goddesses of the local cinema, Amma was the final statement in female beauty for me.

I did not know it at the time, but we would never see Jegan again.

The books we enjoy as children stay with us forever -- they have a special impact. Paragraph after paragraph and page after page, the author must deliver his or her best work.

Don't mess with your memories.... only they have the power to return from the dead.

Reminiscing success gives more pleasure than the moment itself!!!!

Union protagonists can be permitted a moment of nostalgia for this 'little' labor movement which no longer exists, nor can ever exist again, but which, while it lasted, was free of the specific problems that bedevil the labor movement today when by force of circumstance it has been separated a few notches farther from the rank and file.

I did not dread the dark winter as people do when they have lost their youth and live alone in some great city.

Winged lovely moments, can I call you home?

I did not dread the dark winter as people do when they have lost their youth and live alone in some great city. ? Siegfried Sassoon, Memoirs of a Fox-Hunting Man (Andesite Press, August 8, 2015)

Our hysterical patients suffer from reminiscences.

Consider rereading, how risky it is, especially when the book is one that you loved. Always the chance that it won't hold up, that you might, for whatever reason, not love it as much. When this happens, and to me it happens all the time (and more and more as I get older), the effect is so disheartening that I now open old favorites warily.

It's not uncommon to wish to have known what a person you've come to love was like before you met them. It hurts, almost, not to have known what a beloved was like as a child. I have felt this way about every man I've ever been in love with, and about many close friends as well, and now it's how I feel about Apollo.

Per qualche motivo, tutto sommato, lo avrebbe di nuovo voluto neonato. Squittente e catastrofico, e che lo guardasse con occhi adoranti. Adesso non squittiva e non bruciava, ma come adorazione era senz'altro sullo scarso.

Él se había reventado de la risa y la abuela también se había reído, y luego había sacado tres nueces que tenía reservadas para las grandes ocasiones, y había dicho que siempre que se ríe es una gran ocasión. Había sido una buena idea porque después ya no había habido más nueces, de todas maneras la abuela nunca más se había vuelto a reír, y por lo tanto ya no había habido nada más para celebrar.

Todas las fotografías son espejos de lo que fuimos, pero no de lo que somos ni de lo que seremos.

People who read poetry, for example, like the feel, the heft and the smell of a book.

Get up and dance, get up and smile, get up and drink to the days that are gone in the shortest while.

But nostalgia was the first disease associated with time, its victims longing for days gone by.7

Vooralsnog hebben e-mails niet hetzelfde effect in een verhaal, omdat e-mails niet worden aangetroffen op zolder of onder een losse plank onder de vloer, of in dozen als mensen doodgaan.

Nothing is ever really lost. The memories of good friends and good times are always there, never more than a thought away. In a sense, they never really stopped happening. Every moment you ever treasured, every friend you ever valued is still there, separated from us only by time; the past is still happening and always will be. It's only we who have moved on.

Nostalgia for old fictions is the strongest nostalgia of all.

It was years since I'd last been here, a lifetime. It was yesterday.

Were we in love, really? We were very young. And everything seems so sharp and intense, when you're a teenager. Emotions surge through you like a firecracker. Immersed in the moment, transfixed in each other's eyes like rabbits caught in the glare of approaching headlights... Yes; she was my first love, and I have never forgotten the time we had together.