Quotes About Nostalgia

Malo stvari ?itatelja može obilježiti onako kako to ?ini prva knjiga koja prona?e put do njegova srca. Te prve slike, odjek rije?i za koje mislimo da su ostale za nama, prate nas cijeloga života i u našem sje?anju klešu pala?u kojoj ?emo se, ranije ili kasnije - koliko god knjiga pro?itali, koliko god svjetova otkrili, koliko god nau?ili ili zaboravili - jednom vratiti.

A könyvekben, amelyek közt nevelkedtem, láthatatlan, titkos barátokra leltem; s bár lapjaik rég elporladtak már, az illatukat azóta is Å'rzi kezem.

Once, in my father's bookshop, I heard a regular customer say that few things leave a deeper mark on a reader than the first book that finds its way into his heart. Those first images, the echo of words we think we have left behind, accompany us throughout our lives and sculpt a palace in our memory to which, sooner or later—no matter how many books we read, how many worlds we discover, or how much we learn or forget—we will return.

I hoped my absence made them happy or at least made them forget that they weren't happy and never would be.

Entretanto, sentirse deseada y apreciada bastaba para quemar la soledad y la nostalgia de cuanto había dejado atrás.

Julián Carax's book was waiting for me, as it always did, its spine just visible at the end of a shelf. I took it in my hands and pressed it against my chest

Everything on that page spoke of another time: the strokes that depended on the ink pot, the words scratched on the thick paper by the tip of the nib, the rugged feel of the paper.

spending more time with my friend Tomás Aguilar, whom I greatly missed.

No sé ahora dónde leí una vez que en el fondo nunca hemos sido el de antes, que sólo recordamos lo que nunca sucedió

Me gusta pensar que la vida nos arrebata a los amigos de la infancia porque sí, pero no siempre me lo creo.

one is what one remembers.

Les hecha de menos? -¿A la familia? Fermín se encogió de hombros, varado en una sonrisa nostálgica. -¿Qué se yo? Pocas cosas engañan más que los recuerdos

In time, my mother decided she wanted to return to Spain.

When we stand in front of a coffin, we see only what is good, or what we want to see.

Sometimes he seemed to grow a little older just by looking at me and remembering.

Criei-me entre livros,fazendo amigos invisíveis em páginas que se desfaziam em pó e cujo cheiro ainda conservo nas mãos.

I've never had friends like those again, and I don't imagine I ever will.

Ho sempre invidiato la capacità di dimenticare che possiedono alcune persone per le quali il passato è come un cambio di stagione, o come un paio di scarpe vecchie che basta condannare in fondo a un armadio perché siano incapaci di ripercorrere i passi perduti. Io ho avuto la disgrazia di ricordare tutto e che tutto, a sua volta, ricordasse me.

Siempre creí que íbamos a ser inseparables, per la vida debe de saber algo que nosotros no sabemos. No he vuelto a tener amigos como aquellos, y no creo que los vuelva a tener

few things leave a deeper mark on a reader than the first book that finds its way into his heart

Siempre creí que íbamos a ser inseparables, pero la vida debe de saber algo que nosotros no sabemos. No he vuelto a tener amigos como aquellos, y no creo que los vuelva a tener

The apartment was directly above the bookshop, a legacy from my grandfather that specialized in rare collectors' editions and secondhand books—an enchanted bazaar, which my father hoped would one day be mine. I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell I carry on my hands to this day.

The sight of bursting puberty is the best antidote to nostalgia, thought Alicia.

there were no more ghosts there than those of absence and loss