Quotes About Nostalgia

The smile he gave her was slow in forming, and when it came, she felt pain constrict her chest. Memories came at her in waves, surging over the breakwater she'd built in the isolated years. Him sweeping her into his arms, twirling her around; picking her up from a fall, dusting her off, whispering, Not so loud, my little terror, you'll wake your maman Ã¢â'¬Â¦

Perhaps that's why I find myself looking backward. The past has a clarity I can no longer see in the present. I want to imagine there will be peace when I am gone, that I will see all of the people I have loved and lost. At least that I will be forgiven.

I close my eyes and in the darkness that smells of mildew and bygone lives, my mind casts back, a line thrown across years and continents.

He hadn't realized how time could unspool the years of your life until for a second you were fourteen again, crying from a place so deep it seemed to predate you, desperate to be whole again.

Antoine took her in his arms. The scent of jasmine was intoxicating, and she knew suddenly, certainly, that from now on, whenever she smelled jasmine, she would remember this good-bye.

My childhood, I thought naively, was mine alone, those memories painted in vibrant oil strokes on the canvas of my years.

His mouth fit hers perfectly, just as it had so many years ago. It started out soft and gentle, that first kiss after so many lost and lonely years. She clung to him, kissing him with everything in her, as if she could draw that essential spark of him into her very soul, as if she could have some piece of him to take away from this magical ride. The

Childhood's En

Suntem facuti din amintirile noastre, Tul. La final, asta e singurul bagaj pe care il iei cu tine. Dragostea si amintirile, doar ele raman.

Grandma lighting candles and keeping them lit, whispering

pâtisseries, and suddenly I remember Maman handing

Mejores amigas para siempre. Era la promesa que se habían hecho muchos años atrás creyendo que duraría. Se imaginaban algún día convertidas en dos mujeres mayores sentadas en mecedoras en un porche de madera desvencijado hablando entre risas de los buenos tiempos.

Elsa stared at Rose for as long as she could, memorizing everything about her, but at last, she had no choice. It was time to leave this place, this woman, this home

Some people have family photos or home movies to record their past. I've got books. Characters. For as long as I can remember, books have been my safe place.

Everyone remembers their first taste of Paris

She dug through her backpack, found the lunch Eva had packed for her and a well-read copy of Jane Eyre. Some kids had stuffed animals or special childhood blankets. Lexi had Jane.

Limoges platter that had been their aunt's, several small impressionist

Paris," Vianne said, trying to find comfort in the familiar

Lasa-le deoparte pe toate celelalte . Aminteste-ti doar iubirea noastra.

Daniel laughed. How long would she remember exactly that sound? Not long enough. She knew that now. Memories—even the best of them—faded.

Había olvidado lo dulcemente que transcurre el tiempo en París.

The past has a clarity I can no longer see in the present. I

Loreda's lost memories. Sometimes

Surely this beautiful creature couldn't be the child who'd once licked the metal ski-chair pole at Mammoth Mountain Ã¢â'¬Â¦ or the girl who'd climbed into her parents' bed after a nightmare when she was only a year away from being a teenager. Seventeen years had passed in the blink of an eye. It was too fast. Not long enough Ã¢â'¬Â¦