Quotes About Nostalgia

Growing old, after all, means that one no longer fears the past."..

States of profound happiness, like all other forms of intoxication, are apt to befuddle the wits; intense enjoyment of the present always makes one forget the past.

What a man has taken into his bloodstream in childhood from the air of that time stays with him.

I wanted to go back over what I had so fleetingly experienced step by step, relishing it in retrospect by virtue of that magical self-deception we call memory.

?nsan?n mutlulukla ya?am?? oldu?u karaya limandan ayr?lan bir gemiden bir kez daha bakmas? gibi arkas?ndan bakt?m.

Tu mirada distraída me acarició sin quererlo y en el acto, en cuanto se encontró con la atención de mis ojos, se convirtió en aquella manera tuya de mirar a las mujeres —cómo me estremecieron los viejos recuerdos—, esa mirada tierna que te envuelve y a la vez te desnuda, que te rodea y casi te toca...

Åžimdi bile onlar? gözya?? dökmeden düÅŸünemiyorum ama art?k gözlerimde yaÅŸ da kalmad?.

Iss?z bir parkta karlar içinde Ar?yor geçmiÅŸi iki gölge.

I wanted to go back over what I had so fleetingly experienced step by step, relishing in retrospect by virtue of that magical self-deception we call memory.

My salad days, when I was green in judgment.

Und dann der Herbst! Unausstehlich, wenn man selber herbstelt! Alte Bunker erspähte ich, bröckelnde Mauern, erste gelbe Blätter, Morgennebel, Abendrauch. In früheren Jahren war bei mir das erste Anzeichen von Herbst immer eine Nachdenklichkeit, ein frommes Gefühl, eine Bereitschaft zu dienendem Fleiß Ã¢â'¬â€œ natürlich eine Spätfolge aus der Schulzeit! Im Herbst wurden neue, glatte, saubere Hefte angefangen, die erste Seite immer in Schönschrift.

Like most visions of a 'golden age', the 'traditional family' evaporates on closer examination. It is an ahistorical amalgam of structures, values, and behaviors that never coexisted in the same time and place.

El pasado no se marcha del todo, sino que persiste. Se puede hasta tocar y ver sus restos; y en el medida en que perviven los recuerdos, el pasado es presente. No se puede decir lo mismo del futuro. No está presente de ninguna forma. Puede ser, pero aún no ha llegado. Cuando llega es el presente, pero sólo de manera efímera, hasta convertirse en el pasado. El futuro nunca se puede agarrar con las manos.

Maybe, just maybe, those six balls are a scarf and hat that get tucked away for years and long after I'm gone someone pulls them out and says, "Remember how Grammy was with all the wool? Remember how she knit all the time?" fingering the soft wool and pondering who I was and what I did while I was here.

Nostalgia is best cured via horse whipping.

Tell me the truth - do you think I've lost my Southern accent? I feel it comes back to me only when I'm shouting at fights or at baseball games.

To tell the truth I cannot call my childhood bad. In your childhood you can't compare things: one eats carrots, one eats candy, both taste good. As a child you cannot tell the difference.

I just want to go back to rockin', but I'm uncertain as to what to actually do. The truth is, I never stopped thinking about rock'n'roll for a second that I'm on holiday.

Nostalgia combines regularly with manifest respectability to give credence to old error as opposed to new truth.

The truth is, when it gets really quiet, when the silence gets too loud, i really start to miss everyone.

The truth is I'm a bit old school. For me, it would be hard to put on a Lakers jersey. That's just the way it is.

A first kiss in the book stacks. Now that was romantic.

It's like they've forgotten everything important, isn't it? I mean, forgotten things like cats and dancing exist.

We can always HIDE things AWAY.But we could NEVER FORGET them~ Your Lie In April