Quotes About Nostalgia

Where are the days we once held So loose in our sure hands? When did these racing streams Carve depthless caves beneath our feet? And how did this scene stagger And shift to make fraught our deft lies In the places where youth will meet, In the lands of our proud dreams? Where, among all you before me, Are the faces I once knew?

In the meantime, old lover, let's drink against the night and remember other nights from long ago, when we had nothing and everything, when we knew it all but didn't know a fucking thing. Let's drink, Ivis, to the sunken islands of our youth.

Can you be nostalgic for the instant just past? Oh yes, and it's a bittersweet taste.

There is, on rare occasions, true joy, but each time that precious, startling moment then dwindles, and in each face you see a hint of sorrow—as if what was just found will now be for ever remembered as a thing lost. Can you be nostalgic for the instant just past? Oh yes, and it's a bittersweet taste.

You forget, I once watched you dance...

When we speak of ancient times, Rud Elalle, we find in our words things far nearer to hand, and all those emotions we imagined new, blazing with our own youth, we find to be ancient beyond imagining. -- Silchas Ruin

We weep in our lives for the things lost to us, the worlds done.

Innocence,' she whispered. The one thing we all leave behind, alas. The one thing we all walk away from, sooner or later. Oh yes, you can look back and call it ignorance instead. But you do that because you've forgotten what you lost.

When asked if he knew about Pac-Man, Reagan quipped: "Someone told me it was a round thing that gobbles up money. I thought it was Tip O'Neill.

I watched Italia '90 with my Mum and Dad and my brother, you know, leaping around the house when the penalties were on... It would be great to be part of that, to have that kind of impact.

An Elegy, Years After Sarah" So her ceiling a map of stars. First time we made love late afternoon late winter, and after she slept how her room fogged up with dusk and paper stars she'd stuck up there in childhood came out in strange constellations and I missed the earth till her room was night her breath deepening the stars cooling down: I said come closer and her eyes — half-open, flashing back whatever light there was — went out.

I decide to make the most of the time we got left before she gets too big for this small town.

I initially purchased two secondhand horse rides, and I talked a department store into allowing me to set them up in its roof garden. I operated the rides myself. I refurbished the machines myself. I would polish them and clean them every day, and I was there to welcome the mothers of the children as they arrived. —Masaya Nakamura, founder and president, Namco

There is nothing like a sanitized present to make one yearn for the wicked past.

the stars. They were yesterday's confetti in the sky, thrown away by a billion careless lovers.

forgotten how

There was no arguing with a man's faith in the legends of his childhood.

I was making a lot of 8mm home movies, since I was twelve, making little dramas and comedies with the neighborhood kids.

My dad took me to my first movie.

I don't really have a schedule of when I want to show my children my movies.

As the much quoted lines of a novel of L. P. Hartley put it, "The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there." I

When I was a kid we had a quicksand box. I was an only child, eventually.

When I was a kid we had a sandbox. It was a quicksand box. I was an only child...eventually.

I stayed in a really old hotel last night. They sent me a wakeup letter.