Quotes About Nostalgia

There Laura spent many happy hours, supposed to be picking fruit for jam, but for the better part of the time reading or dreaming. One corner, overhung by a Samson tree and walled in with bushes and flowers, she called her 'green study'.

For myself I would desire a combination of old romance and modern machinery.

People were poorer and had not the comforts, amusements, or knowledge we have today; but they were happier.

It sometimes seems to us that some impression of those now dead must be left upon their familiar earthly surroundings. We saw them, on such a day, in such a spot, in such an attitude, smiling - or not smiling - and the impression of the scene is so deeply engraved upon our own hearts that we feel they must have left some more enduring trace, though invisible to mortal eyes.

After her husband died, she went away to live with her eldest son, and the round house shared the fate of Sally's. Where it stood is now a ploughed field. The husband's sacrifices, the wife's romance, are as though they had never been - 'melted into air, into thin air.

Peanut butter is the pate of childhood.

True nostalgia is an ephemeral composition of disjointed memories.

The world is full of places to which I want to return

Isn't there any heaven where old beautiful dances, old beautiful intimacies prolong themselves?

When I was a kid, the only way I saw movies was from the back seat of my family's car at the drive-in.

Mille järgi me aru saame, et oleme vanad? [...] Selle järgi, et hakkame endast nooremate üle vinguma. Nende innukus käib meile närvidele, nende illusioonid väsitavad meid. Oleme vanad, kui just eelmisel õhtul oleme öelnud ühele 1976. aastal sündinud neiule: "Seitsekümmend kuus? Mäletan küll, see oli põuane aasta.

Chi?c máy ?nh t?t nh?t c?a chúng ta có tên là ký ?c.

Ya no hay adultos, lo único que queda son niños de todas las edades. Escribir un libro sobre mi infancia es, pues, hablar de mí en presente. Peter Pan es amnésico.

Posible definición del amor: un electrochoque que resucita el recuerdo.

Curiosa sensación: cuando era pequeño, el año 2000 pertenecía a la ciencia ficción. Debo de haber crecido porque, ahora, resulta que es el año pasado.

Il se trouve que je n'ai pas le choix : je dois me souvenir pour vieillir.

The greatest kindness we can show some of the authors of our youth is not to reread them.

By the time dusk fell, he was back in his room. The last of the daylight lay like fine ashes on the roof-tops. He did not light his lamp, but sat by the fireplace in the dark, seeking in the far distance of his past some vague memory of a love-affair, some recollection of a friendship, with which to soften the hard tyranny of isolation.

But where are the snows of yesteryear?

I want my chirfugging goose back!

The past was all around her. She could smell it. It did not feel dead. It felt alive, and as curious about her as she was about it.

They were preparing to become memories.

Her past was getting away from her.

However many years she lived, Mary always felt that 'she should never forget that first morning when her garden began to grow'.