Quotes About Nostalgia

Gérard de Nerval

The heart's memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good.

Los rostros que yo amo, los míos, quedaron atrás, y mi alma los teje, los borda encima del mar

Recordar un buen momento es sentirse feliz de nuevo.

Nuestra luz es la de la cordillera en cualquier parte; gloriosa y algo punzante a fuerza de absoluta. Gracias a ella me parece como si hubiera tenido dos veces cada cosa que tuve allá: dos veces cada cerro, dos veces mi patio, dos veces también mi madre.

I'm allergic to sad memories. It's the worst.

How I will miss the horses.

Life used to move much more quickly when I was a girl. We needed to abbreviate just to keep up.

It was such a sweet, sad song with such sweet, sad lyrics. Old-fashioned a little, but also timeless.

I missed her like a reflex, even though I knew that it was just some trick of my undependable brain. Some stupid, vestigial part. The way humans have appendixes, even though they're pointless and mainly just a pain in the butt and people never even think about them unless they have to have them removed.

Since i couldn't remember the "real" first time i'd lost my virginity, this would have become my de facto first time. I wanted a better story then: I did it with this boy who i wasn't very into and who had mysterious Gaterade breath; in his room decorated with sports equipment; at least he was nice enough to provide condoms and get his ancient, horny dog to leave us along.

Win walked over to me. He held out his palm. In the middle of it was a single black sequin from the dress Scarlet had lent me. "You lost this," he said. I giggled, slightly embarrassed to be leaving bits of myself behind. "I'm shedding.

She had resisted returning there because to return to one's hometown felt like surrender.

A.J. has often reflected that, bit by bit, all the best things in the world are being carved away like fat from meat. First, it had been the record stores, and then the video stores, and then newspapers and magazines, and now even the big chain bookstores were disappearing everywhere you looked. From his point of view, the only thing worse than a world with big chain bookstores was a world with NO big chain bookstores.

Tamagotchis, the digital pet keychains, were everywhere that year. Marx had recently killed one that he had received as a holiday gift from a girlfriend. The girlfriend had taken it to be a sign of deeper flaws in Marx's character.

To return to the city of one's birth always felt like retreat.

He had an appreciation for things other people had forgotten.

To return to the city of one's birth always felt like retreat.

Yes, in my mind, she did. I knew your mother so well I could play her part. The same with my own mother and my grandmother and my childhood best friend, Euna, who drowned in the lake by her cousin's house. There are no ghosts, but up here"—she gestured toward her head—"it's a haunted house.

I think I don't like children because I hated being young.

The man who has no memory makes one out of paper.

From the window, she could see the water tower of the New England Confectionery Company's factory, which had recently been painted to resemble a roll of Necco wafers, those barely flavored, pastel-colored, vaguely religious-looking chalky disks. As they approached the factory, the air increasingly smelled of sugar, and the scent made Sadie nostalgic for a candy she had never even tasted.

She had resisted returning there [to Los Angeles, the city of her birth] because to return to one's home town felt like surrender.

The greatest pleasures of his life had been when he was by her side, playing or inventing. And how could she not feel that as well? There would never be another Sadie, and now this one was lost to him.