Quotes About Nostalgia

While I've said that there are plenty of things I dislike about the South, I can be clear that there are things I love about the South.

Are you loving having these great iconic stories back as much as I am? 'One Life' is back in action and I love putting my 'Blair on' again.

I love London. I loved it when I went there in the late '50s.

Every time I open the drawer, it's a trip down Memory Lane, which, if you don't turn off at the right exit, merges straight into the Masochistic Nostalgia Highway.

I love going back in time, and the only time you can really do that is on a movie set.

I absolutely love being back in Nebraska and I love that my wife is able to experience a lot of the great things that made me love this place years ago. The lifestyle, the people.

I think teen-age love is a great thing. There's nothing quite like it and never will be for the rest of your life.

I haven't felt the way I feel today in so long.

I love things that are old and glittery, that come with layers of glamour and past lives.

What were the seventies even about? Was it all smoking and listening to this kind of stuff and riding around in huge cars without wearing seat belts? This was the song everyone liked?

Gaenor and Paul, her year twelve boyfriend, known to make out while eating shepherd's pie, which is not a euphemism.

First love is the only pure and happy one. If it goes wrong, nothing can replace it. Later loves can never attain to the same limpid perfection; though they may be as solid, as marble, they are streaked with veins of another colour, the dried blood of the past.

A book is really like a lover. It arranges itself in your life in a way that is beautiful. Even as a kid, my sister, who was the eldest, brought books home for me, and I think I spent more time sniffing and touching them than reading. I just remember the joy of the book, the beauty of the binding. The smelling of the interior. Happy. [Interview with Emma Brockes, The Believer , November/December, 2012]

Childhood is a tricky business. Usually something goes wrong.

If I have an unusual gift, it's not that I draw particularly better than other people — I've never fooled myself about that. Rather it's that I remember things other people don't recall: the sounds and feelings and images — the emotional quality — of particular moments in childhood. Happily an essential part of myself — my dreaming life — still lives in the light of childhood.

The game he loved, that America loved, had passed him by, left him enamored more of its past than of its present or future. It had grown younger as he grew older.

Somehow a group of middle-aged men had transformed themselves into the immature kids they'd been back in their college days.

Seeing him with Mom in his eyes and no sadness there at all. Maybe that was why everybody liked nostalgia. It was the past with only the good parts left in.

Blind tastete ich auf dem Nachttisch herum, und meine Finger schoben sich zwischen Romane, die ich nicht mehr las, weil man einfach nicht zurück konnte, wenn man erst mal mit E-Books angefangen hatte.

He sat gazing into the past.

Dear posterity was of a sentimental, not a realistic, habit.

People only see the present through the lenses of their personal pasts.

Sehen Sie«, sagte er und zuckte die Achseln, »wir haben so Erinnerungen, wir Menschen. Sie halten uns immer wieder auf; all die Jahre denkt man an irgendeinen Morgen, einen Freitag, einen Morgen mit Oliven … Sie müssen das verstehen.«

the most essential statement in Swiss writing seems to be a certain regret that the nineteenth century is moving further and further away.