Quotes About Nostalgia

Io leggevo molto i libri, è vero, ma non leggevo molti libri, perché a me piaceva leggere più volte quelli che amavo […] Leggevo e rileggevo lo stesso libro molte volte, e a volte chiudevo gli occhi e mi riempivo i polmoni del suo odore. Il semplice annusare quel libro, scorrere le dita tra le pagine, per me era la felicità»

Somewhere inside me, there was still preserved a broad, open space, untouched, for Naoko and no one else.

He'd only seen photos of her, but felt a wave of nostalgia like he was meeting a long-?lost friend.

Memories are what warm you up from the inside. But they're also what tear you apart

Astrud Gilberto sang an old bossa nova song. "Take me to Aruanda," she sang. I closed my eyes, and the clatter of the cups and saucers sounded like the roar of a far-off sea. Aruanda—what's it like there?

When I open them, most of the books have the smell of an earlier time leaking out from between their pages – a special odour of the knowledge and emotions that for ages have been calmly resting between the covers>

Dana's house could have been cut from a magazine, the kind of home that tells a story, even though no one lives in it.

grief splinters, Taos, it splits off into fragments (I think nostalgia does this, too, nostalgia being a very specific manifestation of grief), and that each of those fragments then has a life of its own. Every day is a new way to grieve

Um. Mom? That's my new bike? I've hardly ridden it?" But she was already figuring out the pedals. I could see her mind and her body synchronizing in the way that is the ultimate truth about remembering, the way we carry our memories all through us.

I wish memory were a more steady, more physical artifact. It's just a breeze, or a scent barely detected and fading.

Utopia exists only in one's childhood life.

When our mothers die, we are on our own; there is no one to call for help, no one to blame, and no one left who has a copy of your grandmother's recipe for the traditional Christmas coffee cake, which you can't find anywhere. Her

When you're a kid, if you watch 'The Jeffersons' with your family at seven o'clock, it seems like a natural phenomenon, like the sun setting. The universe is a strange, strange place when all of a sudden you can't use your glass with the Bionic Woman on it any more.

The piano was just now telling me how it feels so odd when it rains. The rain can cause you to suddently feel guilty for all the tiny crimes you have committed, like not telling your friend that you love her.

His adolescents are displaced aristocrats who have lost their kingdom and wealth, which was childhood. [On J.D. Salinger]

People gave you a hard time about being a kid at twelve. They didn't want to give you Halloween candy anymore. They said things like, If this was the Middle Ages, you'd be married and you'd own a farm with a million chickens on it. They were trying to kick you out of childhood. Once you were gone, there was no going back, so you had to hold on as long as you could. Marika was beckoning from the other side.

The soft sound of the rain on the rooftop sounded like young girls sneaking off in stockings to elope. She felt lonesome for Pierrot.

I don't know why I was upset about not being an adult. It was right around the corner. Becoming a child again is what is impossible. That's what you have legitimate reason to be upset over. Childhood is the most valuable thing that's taken away from you in life, if you think about it.

All the colorful lights had been turned off and the sky was the color of television static.

But that age … exerts on us An almost terrible charm, Like the memory of things seen And a life lived in dreams.

Das Fräulein stand am Meere Und seufzte lang und bang, Es rührte sie so sehre Der Sonnenuntergang. Mein Fräulein! sein Sie munter, Das ist ein altes Stück; Hier vorne geht sie unter Und kehrt von hinten zurück.

Ich hatte einst ein schönes Vaterland. Der Eichenbaum Wuchs dort so hoch, die Veilchen nickten sanft. Es war ein Traum. Das küßte mich auf deutsch, und sprach auf deutsch (Man glaubt es kaum, Wie gut es klang) das Wort: Ich liebe dich! Es war ein Traum.

Denk ich an Deutschland in der Nacht, Dann bin ich um den Schlaf gebracht, Ich kann nicht mehr die Augen schließen, Und meine heißen Tränen fließen.

Wenn zwei voneinander scheiden, So so geben sie sich die Händ Und fangen an zu weinen, Und seufzen ohne End. Wir haben nicht geweinet, Wir seufzten nicht Weh und Ach! Die Tränen und die Seufzer, Die kamen hintennach.