Quotes About Nostalgia

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Nothing better between five and seven than to be pushed around in that throng, to follow a leg or a beautiful bust, to move along with the tide and everything whirling in your brain. A weird sort of contentment in those days. No appointments, no invitations for dinner, no program, no dough. The golden period, when I had not a single friend.

Y cuando hayamos atravesado todas las calles y solo quede el polvo de nuestros pies frenéticos, todavía quedaría el recuerdo de tu ancha cara llena, tan blanca, y la gruesa boca con frescos labios entreabiertos, los dientes blancos como la tiza y todos ellos perfectos, y en ese recuerdo nada puede cambiar en modo alguno, porque esto, como tus dientes, es perfecto...

These memories were beautiful, and they stung like nettles.

I got to reminiscing about the past. I thought of all the things I might have said and done, which I hadn't sad or done.

I got to reminiscing about the past. I thought of all the things I might have said and done, which I hadn't said or done.

It was always my habit to mark excessively the books I liked. How wonderful it would be, thought I, to see those markings again, to know what were my opinions and reactions in that long ago.

Living in the midst of a world where there was a plethora of the new I attached myself to the old.

Es extraño. Había llegado a resignarme tanto a aquella vida sin ella y, sin embargo, si pensaba en ella sólo por un minuto, era suficiente para traspasar el hueso y la médula de mi conformidad y arrojarme de nuevo al canal agonizante de mi lastimoso pasado.

The reason why it is difficult to tell it is because I remember too much.

give you a nostalgia for a people and a soil you have never known, but which is in your blood, mysteriously there in your blood, like the sense of time and space, a fugitive, constant value that you turn more and more when you get old, which you try to seize with your mind, but ineffectually

Todavía no he visto la mayoría de los lugares que me describió; algunos quizá no los vea nunca. Pero viven dentro de mí, cálidos y vívidos, tal como los creó en nuestros paseos por el parque.

I came away with pieces of you sticking to me

Ah, how good it feels! The hand of an old friend.

The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark

Think of your woods and orchards without birds! Of empty nests that cling to boughs and beams As in an idiot's brain remembered words Hang empty 'mid the cobwebs of his dreams!

When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.

I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet. From my study I see in the lamplight, Descending the broad hall stair, Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair.

I ploughed the land with horses, But my heart was ill at ease, For the old seafaring men Came to me now and then, With their sagas of the seas.

how I wish I could fist a bit of old-fashioned beef in the fore-castle, as I used to when i was before the mast.

People can remember their childhood, but events from four or five years ago are in a never-never land.

I would give anything to sit down with my maternal grandmother and have a cup of tea and play Scrabble. She died 10 years ago.

The Beach Boys set the bar for pop sunshine more than 40 years ago, and the genre hasn't changed that much since. Surfer Blood's 'Floating Vibes' rounds the usual bases with an upbeat attitude, and the string swells closing the track are a must, but the band manages to infuse all those old sounds with fresh energy.

I kept looking to do songs that were written years ago and would live or outlive all of us, and the one thing they had in common was Sinatra.