Quotes About Nostalgia

I remember being unusually pensive that May evening, perhaps it was the heat of Spring's first warm day which, encountering my thick winter blood, forced a dilution upward into a brain weary of straining the last six months to overcome freezing and the long absent thinning of blood stirred a weakening desire for the softer things, a nostalgia, yet a death, a precognition, if you will...

It made Disney at once a nostalgist and a futurist, a conservative and a visionary.

Why would anyone in their right mind want to be a teenager more than once? When

Beautiful machines from 1920s and '30s, when automobiles were both monstrous and sexy at the same time.

I wish I knew where he was today, so I could tell him I understand how it was. And how easy it is to suddenly find yourself alone in the playground.

Homesick, Grace?" he asks, as they near the town. "Home always makes me sick," she says. "Drive on.

I only remember fighting Ozzy O'Dell once. It was back in second grade. He threw these weird windmill-like punches, which was probably an early sign that the swim team was in his future.

Comfort food, thought Citra, because somehow it made her feel safe from the inside out. "My grandmother said it could actually heal a cold." "What's a cold?" asked Citra. "A deadly illness from the mortal age, I suppose.

The child, in love with prints and maps, Holds the whole world in his vast appetite. How large the earth is under the lamplight! But in the eyes of memory, how the world is cramped!

A tender heart unnerved by nothingness hoards every fragment of the radiant past.

N'es-tu pas l'oasis où je rêve, et la gourde Où je hume à long traits le vin du souvenir ?

Genius is merely childhood recollected at will.

I love recalling those antique, nude times

Think of my kind old nurse you once were jealous of . . .

as I walked through the modern Carrousel.° The old Paris is gone. A town's complexion, like human hearts, never stays put at all.

I have more memories than if I had lived a thousand years.

Para el niño, amante de mapas y grabados, el universo es igual a su inmenso apetito. ¡Ah, qué grande es el mundo a la luz de las lámparas!, ¡qué pequeño es el mundo a los ojos del recuerdo!

Behold how they beckon, those years, long expired, From Heaven, in faded apparel attired

Dear, you evoke white-veiled and lukewarm hours

Laisse-moi mordre longtemps tes tresses lourdes et noires. Quand je mordille tes cheveux élastiques et rebelles, il me semble que je mange des souvenirs.

Dans tes jupons remplis de ton parfum Ensevelir ma tête endolorie, Et respirer, comme une fleur flétrie, Le doux relent de mon amour défunt.

I remember awakening one morning and finding everything smeared with the color of forgotten love.

she is no longer the beautiful woman she was. she sends photos of herself sitting upon a rock by the ocean alone and damned. I could have had her once. I wonder if she thinks I could have saved her?

If I never see you again I will always carry you inside outside on my fingertips and at brain edges and in centers centers of what I am of what remains.