Quotes About Nostalgia

I had particularly loved her smell. She always smelled fresh, freshly washed or of fresh laundry or fresh sweat or freshly loved.

Aber irgendwann hörte die Erinnerung an sie auf, mich zu begleiten. Sie blieb zurück, wie eine Stadt zurückbleibt, wenn der Zug weiterfährt. Sie ist da, irgendwo hinter einem, und man könnte hinfahren und sich ihrer versichern. Aber warum sollte man.

Sé que me pareció hermosa. Pero no consigo evocar su hermosura.

Ist diese Traurigkeit die Traurigkeit schlechthin? Ist sie es, die uns befällt, wenn schöne Erinnerungen im Rückblick brüchig werden, weil das erinnerte Glück nicht nur aus der Situation, sondern aus einem Versprechen lebte, das nicht gehalten wurde?

Esa tristeza, ¿no será la tristeza pura? ¿Es eso lo que nos sobreviene cuando, al mirar atrás, los recuerdos hermosos se nos vuelven quebradizos, al ver que aquella felicidad no se alimentaba sólo de la situación del momento, sino de una promesa que no se cumplió?

No quiero desterrarte de mi vida. Siempre tendrás un lugar en mi corazón, un cofrecillo tuyo y de nadie más ante el que de vez en cuando me detendré para pensar en ti. Pero a hora tengo que cerrar el cofrecillo para poder atender otras cosas. De otro modo, duele demasiado.

No olvidé a Hanna, desde luego, pero en algún momento su recuerdo dejó de acompañarme a todas partes. Quedó atrás, como queda atrás una ciudad cuando el tren sigue su marcha. Está allí, en algún lugar de nuestra espalda, y si hace falta puede uno coger otro tren e ir a asegurarse de que la ciudad todavía sigue allí. Pero ¿para qué hacer tal cosa?

And still it was gone. Seeing it again could not be living it again. You can always rediscover an old path and wander over it, but the best you can do then is to say, Ah, yes, I know this turning! -- or remind yourself that, while you remember that unforgettable valley, the valley no longer remembers you.

Names are keys that open corridors no longer fresh in the mind, but nonetheless familiar in the heart.

Christmas Eve was a night of song that wrapped itself about you like a shawl. But it warmed more than your body. It warmed your heart... filled it, too, with a melody that would last forever. Even though you grew up and found you could never quite bring back the magic feeling of this night, the melody would stay in your heart always - a song for all the years.

There ought to be a home for children to come to,—and their children,—a central place, to which they could always bring their joys and sorrows,—an old familiar place for them to return to on Sundays and Christmases. An old home ought always to stand like a mother with open arms. It ought to be here waiting for the children to come to it,—like homing pigeons.

Mabel put on the boiled potatos, unmashed, the stewed tomatos, some inferior dried beef, and some bread that plainly said, 'Darling, I am growing old'.

Betty, who had found an old battered doll, was sitting quietly in the corner and industriously endeavoring to pick its one eye out

It's because a country-western song can start you out at a family picnic eating buttermilk-fried chicken and watermelon on your great-grandmother's quilt, with butterflies flitting about, and before it ends, your daddy's gone to prison and your momma's run off with the preacher and your little brother's blowing butterflies to dust with a BB gun.

I tend to admire dead people more than the living. All too often, human reality diminishes the glowing reputation.

Even when I was young, I had a reputation for it. I would play with my friends outside, and I was doing all the things you see now a long time ago. I've always done the flip-flap, even when I was young. Stepovers, dummies - I love to dribble. If you speak with my friends, they will say I'm the same Riyad.

My favorite was always smothered pork chops. Smothered pork chops. That would be my request if I ever had one, and it was pretty consistent.

Something that required the best of you has ended. You will miss it.

Looking back at old-school pictures, I never had a hair or makeup person. I wasn't required to wear a lot of hair and makeup. I was never really allowed to do that because it was the image.

I have been obsessed with 'Full House' since I was five years old. I just can't stop watching the reruns!

I used to be on 'The Bold & The Beautiful'; that character, Bridget Forrester, is dear to my heart, and of course, the reruns of that you can see.

I used to be obsessed with game shows. When the Game Show Network became popular in the late '90s, I was all about reruns of 'The Price Is Right.' I knew all the prices from the '70s.

When I was growing up, like from 2003 to 2004, I didn't even go outside, I just watched '106 and Park' everyday. Reruns of it.

I got really into 'North of 60,' and I'll still watch reruns of 'Da Vinci's Inquest.'