Quotes About Nostalgia

Los recuerdos - incluso los más bellos - se desvanecen.

boy. Clark Gable, maybe.

how you used to sit cross-legged in your room, with your eyes closed, trying to levitate your toys when Lottie made you clean your room.

room and went into her father's—which was

When you're young, you see only the future. When you grow older, you see the past.

You do not have to love everything about a place to carry it in your heart.

When you're young, you see only the future. When you grow older, you see the past." She turned to stare out the window. After a long pause, she spoke again, her voice quivering in a way Liv had never heard before. "And the past has a way of showing you things clearly, whether you like it or not.

But raw milk from a Jersey cow is a totally different substance from what I'd thought of as milk. If you do not own a cow or know someone who owns a cow, I must caution you never to try raw milk straight from the teat of a Jersey cow, because it would be cruel to taste it once and not have access to it again. Only a few people in America remeber this type of milk now, elderly people mostly, who grew up with a cow. They come to the farm sometimes, looking for that taste from their childhood.

When I was in elementary school, I used to write letters to myself. I'd write letters and go 'Dear Kristen-at-16-years-old, happy birthday. I hope you're doing something.'

Hearts can do that, you know: hold on to something when the rest of you has forgotten about it. Hearts have longer memories than brains.

I still absolutely love 'The Sound of Music' and anything with Julie Andrews in it.

That's why Occupy was so cool at first," Waverly says, "because it was actually different from what'd been done before. But most protests seem like cover versions of old songs. Like we're all in a sixties tribute band.

As one of those scholars recently summarized the corpus of studies and experiments, the more that change "makes people anxious about the world and their place in it" and causes "major disruptions and uncertainties in their lives," then "the more they longed nostalgically…for the comparative safety and security of a perceived past.

LOL and touché, clever contemporary conservative, for using nostalgia as a political pejorative, the way liberals have always done, the way a lot of us got into the bad habit of doing in the 1970s and '80s about FDR and organized labor and antitrust and thereby became useful idiots for you and the evil geniuses of the right.

Pronuncié su nombre en voz baja. Mis labios estaban hechos, más que los de cualquier otra persona en el mundo, para llamarla. Y, sin embargo, no me fue fácil recordar su rostro.

Life is people and people are memories. I keep my memories close by taking pictures, you see?

There is no place like home.

No matter how dreary and gray our homes are, we people of flesh and blood would rather live there than in any other country, be it ever so beautiful. There is no place like home.

Come on, it's an American tradition. Apple soup? Mom's homemade chicken pie?' She chuckled in spite of herself, then winced. 'It's apple pie and Mom's homemade chicken soup. But you didn't do badly, for a start.

A graveyard of buried hopes is about as romantic a thing as one can imagine.

Die Vergangenheit ist ein fremdes Land; dort gelten andere Regeln.

Miniver loved the days of old When swords were bright and steeds were prancing; The vision of a warrior bold. Would set him dancing. Miniver sighed for what was not, And dreamed, and rested from his labors; He dreamed of Thebes and Camelot, And Priam's neighbors. EDWIN A. ROBINSON

Suddenly, she gave a little half-smile and whispered dreamily; "When I was a little girl, here for the summer, I used to ride my bicycle to Mass." I know; the Karê wanted to say. I used to watch you.

Just the sight of him brought back everything that was good and homelike to her mind. It was like coming back to her own room after being away a long time with strangers. It was where she belonged.