Quotes About Nostalgia

Cal doesn't think about Donna constantly, the way he did at first-- it took months of dogged work, blasting music or reciting football lineups out loud like a loon every time she came into his head, but he got there in the end. She still crops up from time to time, though, mostly when he runs across something that would make her smile. He always loved Dona's smile, quick and complete, sending every line of her face flying upwards.

When he goes weak is when she takes him by surprise like this, on an innocent fall morning, blooming right across his mind so fresh and vivid that he can almost smell her. He can't remember why he shouldn't pull out his phone, Hey, baby, listen to this. Probably he should delete her number, but they might need to talk about Alyssa sometime, and anyway he knows it by heart.

Everyone stared...at their own hands, or else abstractedly at the wall, as there had become in the room a feeling of immobilization, something of both nostalgia and doom--a sort of gigantic helplessness...an unpleasant urge to stay still for a very long time, forever, perhaps, not saying or thinking anything, but just accepting one another, entering and absorbing and maybe, finally, somehow--with anonymity, osmosis, conjecture, and luck--then, experiencing one another.

People who were gone only lived on in your memory if you had memories. Why hadn't she held on tighter?

It's wonderful," his mother says, and I feel something old and familiar course through my blood. It fills all four chambers of my heart, and I think maybe, just maybe, it's happiness.

The bouncing cricket that was my brother is gone. Now when I look into his eyes, an old man stares back at me.

Prva ljubav možda i nije najbolja, ali je obi?no najdublja." "I najdublja i najbolja. Mora biti najbolja.

Svakog sam mjeseca sanjala ovu avliju. Sje?aš li se sjena narova drveta pri punom mjesecu, Amira? Sje?aš li se što smo tad govorile? Ako je mjesec na našoj strani, što ?e nam onda zvijezde?

Puri found the walls bare, his secretary having put away all his accolades, including his signed and personalized Kenny G album cover

It's exciting to see things coming up again, plants that you've had twenty or thirty years. It's like seeing an old friend.

You get attached to places, you know. Like people, I suppose.

Emile was not like you, not attached to houses. For you, houses are like people, are they not, they have a soul, a heart, they live and breathe. Houses remember.

Why Noirmoutier? He wondered as the car sped on and Mélanie hummed to "Let It Be." He had never considered himself a nostalgic person. He had never looked back. But since his divorce he had changed. Relentlessly he had found himself thinking more about the past then the present or future.

One of the hurdles of adulthood is when holidays become measuring sticks againt which you always fall short. For children, Thanksgiving is about turkey and Christmas is about presents. Grown up, you learn that all holidays are about family and few can win there.

If my childhood were a sandwich, there would be no meat hanging off the bread.

Ours was a love story, the kind that's not supposed to happen to black girls anymore. This was vintage romance made scarce after Dr. King, along with Negro-owned dress shops, drugstores, and cafeterias.

It was the scent of my mother and it couldn't be broken down into parts.

I can't say whiskey made her beautiful. Davina wasn't a PYT any more than I was a young executive. But I used to be, and she used to be; something of it was left in us both, I think. Davina was everything I ever missed, transformed into warm brown flesh.

If you were to ask me what it smelled like, I couldn't answer any more than you would know what to say if someone asked you to describe the fragrance of coffee. It was the scent of my mother and it couldn't be broken down into parts.

Sometimes I envy the children today with all their tae kwon do, psychotherapy, and language immersion, but at the same time, I appreciate that back then being little meant you really didn't have to do anything but stay alive and have fun.

The dead end was considered a plus because we could play in the road without getting run over. Sometimes I envy the children today with all their tae kwon do, psychotherapy, and language immersion, but at the same time, I appreciate that back then being little meant you really didn't have to do anything but stay alive and have fun.

I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you"LONG LIVE"

Remember we were sitting there by the water.

We were both young when I first saw you. I close my eyes and the flashback starts. I'm standin' there on a balcony in summer air.