Quotes About Nostalgia

There'd been a time, not that long ago, when they'd both spoken the endearment almost daily. Now she couldn't recall the last time she'd heard him say it to her,.

SETI SE, TELO... Telo, seti se ne samo koliko si bilo voljeno, ne jedino kreveta na kojima si ležalo, nego i onih želja, koja su zbog tebe iskrile u onim jasnim o?ima i drhtale u glasu – a neka ih je slu?ajna prepreka osujetila. Sada, kad je sve to ve? u prošlosti, izgleda skoro kao da si se onim željama i predavalo – kako su iskrile, seti se, u o?ima što su te gledale: kako su drhtale u glasu zbog tebe, seti se, telo.

Tô me sentindo estranho hoje... - Por que? - Sei lá, hoje acordei com vontade de tudo que, com muito esforço, eu deixei de gostar... - Cigarros? - Também! - Do que mais? - Você.

O disco tá tocando de novo, já ouvi esse pedaço. - É que ele parece assim todo igual. Que nem chuva.

Daqui a 50 anos eu ainda vou saber seu nome e vou me lembrar de todas as vezes que você me fez sorrir. Na minha memória, tão congestionada - e no meu coração - tão cheio de marcas e poços - você ocupa um dos lugares mais bonitos.

When you were having what would become your happiest memories in the future, you didn't know you were having them.

The curmudgeons among us are vaguely uneasy about the attention people pay to their phones, and pine for the days of unhurried concentration, while the digital hipsters equate such nostalgia with Luddism and boredom, and believe that increased connection is the foundation for a utopian future.

John!" my grandmother blared as Harriet nodded in confusion. "Is that you?" "No, Grandmother," I said, trotting down the thick Persian carpet on the stairs. "It's Dr. Holmes.

Don't forget that déjà vu is the word that when you look it up the dictionary says, "You've looked this up before, haven't you?

The most remarkable thing about my mother is that for 30 years she served us nothing but leftovers. The original meal has never been found.

My desire to return home, if it was still home, on my own two feet. The same way I had left it behind.

Will knelt beside me. I wished I could have taken a holo of him at that moment and played it for him the next time he kicked me out of his room. He never would believe he was the same brother who had once tried to knock me out with a pillow.

The signs of older times could still be seen on the facades of sealed buildings: Gap, Starbucks, Abercrombie & Fitch - merchants that had sold things people didn't necessarily need but always wanted.

Why didn't they go back to India?" "Oh, you know how it is. Once you are outside a place you can never go back. Not really.

there was something indefinably tired and worn-out about Birgit, like a photograph whose edges were missing their crispness.

I will never forget my beautiful days with you in Shanklin, they are certainly the most pleasant ones of my life. Look, I have tears in my eyes just to think about it. I am furious to be here, it is the end of happiness for a whole year.

Where was she now? in a middle-aged marriage? did she live in this city still? He had a sudden urge to see her, as if he might retrieve by looking at her the ferocious sensation of that kiss, that moment –

The past is a sadly inadequate word for what we've been through

All of my most significant moments somehow involved music. It's like my life was a John Hughes film and somebody had to put together the perfect soundtrack.

I'm so tired of missing things I don't have.

It's the same thing that happens when I turn off a really good movie - one that I've lost myself to - which is that I'll be thrown back to my own reality and something hollow will settle in my chest. Sometimes, I'll watch a movie all over again just to recapture that feeling of being inside something real. Which, I know, doesn't make any sense.

I guess high school really is ancient history," she concludes. Ancient history? Have you really relegated us to the trash heap of the Dumb High-School Romance? And if that's the case, why the hell can't I do the same?

Suddenly, it's all too much. Bryn and the bump watch. Vanessa with my high school yearbook. The idea that nothing's sacred. Everything's fodder. That my life belongs to anyone but me.

creo que estoy empezando a entender el concepto de terminar. No es un gran dramático antes y después. Es más como una melancólica sensación de que estás llegando al fin de unas vacaciones realmente buenas. Algo especial está terminando, y estás triste, pero no puede estar triste porque, oye, fue bueno mientras duró, y habrá otras vacaciones, otros buenos momentos.