Quotes About Nostalgia

The rooms in those days were unfashionably sad enough to commit suicide in, and, in fact, that to me was the Château's charm, that it didn't have any objections to one's committing suicide. Things since then had gone steadily downhill

Though I have no kids and Hollywood doesn't exist, I firmly believe, however, that it did exist. And like Rome, we are living amidst the fallen columns and clothes-lined courtyards, in the ruins of an empire of the self-enchanted which was once, briefly, more devastating than Caesar's and still brings respectable families to a hot, windy intersection in August to sigh with unnoticed despondence, "…Well…here we are…Hollywood and Vine.

But love, once it dyes our hearts purple, won't go away. Especially the kind of love we used to feel when we were young, the kind we wish we could feel again for someone new.

That was the best time I've had in that bathroom since I started school.

I felt that I was leaving part of myself behind, and that wherever I went afterwards I should feel the lack of it, and search for it hopelessly, as ghosts are said to do, frequenting the spots where they buried material treasures without which they cannot pay their way to the nether world.

The other two things are... well, I had a huge appetite for old black and white movies on BBC 2. At the weekends they used to run matinees, and the more romantic the better.

My dad has a really great record collection that basically went up to the year I was born: 1984.

It was about then [1920] that I wrote a line which certain people will not let me forget: "She was a faded but still lovely woman of twenty-seven."

I don't want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again.

I don't want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again.

Can't repeat the past?…Why of course you can!

Indeed time has that ultimate capacity to render the passions of the past when recalled in the present as no more than grandiloquent gestures.

Absences can also make one forget. Absence dulls the memory and banishes those who are precious from the mind.

make of a house like this. Would Barbara

Daddies Sauce.

Where is your boy tonight, I hope he is a gentleman. Maybe he won't find out what I know, you were the last good thing about this part of town.

I'd trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday.

That's what I'm living on now, honey, dreams, dreams of what I used to do.

By the way, is there anything sadder than toys on a grave?

Her daddy wrapped her up in a big bear hug and swung her around like he used to do when she was a little girl. Tiana clung to his big frame, soaking in the safety and security and love he embodied. Her throat tightened with emotions that threatened to overwhelm her. "That felt like old times, baby girl." "It felt like the best times," Tiana answered.

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I just want not to be hurt by him. I want it to be like it was when I was a child, when you thought the day you got married you lived happily ever after.

PRAXIS DUVEEN, AT THE age of five, sitting on the beach at Brighton, made a pretty picture for the photographer. Round angel face, yellow curls, puffed sleeves, white socks and little white shoes—one on, one off, while she tried to take a pebble from between her tiny pink toes—delightful! The photographer had hoped to include her elder sister Hypatia in the picture, but that sullen, sallow little girl had refused to appear on the same piece of card as her ill-shod sister.

You must read, Alice, before it's too late. You must fill your mind with the invented images of the past: the more the better.