Quotes About Nostalgia

He carried his childhood like a hurt warm bird held to his middle-aged breast...

It is so odd to think of myself as an uncle. I should have laughed at twenty if one had told me that forty would find me wifeless and childless. But so it is, and I shall go and play "Uncle John" at Christmas to the children of wiser and happier folk...

Christmas is a time when you get homesick — even when you're home.

Perchance, like myself, you may cloud-gazing be; Perchance, my sweet friend, you are thinking of me...

To perceive Christmas through its wrapping becomes more difficult with every year.

It is in an old kitchen that the best food is made.

buried with love and starshine— a grave ever glowing with memories

Once in a young lifetime one should be allowed to have as much sweetness as one can possibly want and hold.

Oh! dear to memory are those hours When every pathway led to flowers; When sticks of peppermint possessed A sceptre's power o'er the breast, And heaven was round us while we fed On rich ambrosial gingerbread.

[B]ut his own vehicle had been a wreck of rust and nostalgia.

You smell the lilac and there comes flooding back the memories of the days when you first knew lilacs and carried them about as if they were the queen-flower of the world.

To the Dandelion... My childhood's earliest thoughts are linked with thee...

a flower in a scrapbook dried as dry can be but beautiful in its colors a bookmark to eternity

In four out of every five watches brought us to be regulated, repaired, or cleaned, we find some token. Sometimes it is a bit of ribbon or lock of hair, or a rose petal. But oftener it's a four-leaf clover. The four-leaf clover is a love-token always. It is by the maiden fair given to her lover, who tenderly stows it away in the back of his watch-case.

Grandmothers are just antique little girls. Grandfathers are just antique little boys.

If you have lived, take thankfully the past; Make, as you can, the sweet remembrance last.

Maid of Athens, ere we part, Give, oh, give me back my heart!

Dust is particles of the past. If you clean, you're wiping away all those good memories.

Lanciò un'occhiata all'amico che leggeva la lettera e vide i libri sul tavolo. Nei suoi occhi apparvero nostalgia e avidità, come l'avidità appare negli occhi dell'affamato alla vista del cibo.

He knew he was at last answering the call, running by the side of his wood brother toward the place from where the call surely came. Old memories were coming upon him fast, and he was stirring to them as of old he stirred to the realities of which they were the shadows. He had done this thing before, somewhere in that other and dimly remembered world, and he was doing it again now, running free in the open, the unpacked earth underfoot, the wide sky overhead.

He lighted a cigarette, and in the curling smoke of it caught visions of his English mother, and wondered if she would understand how her son could love a woman who cried because she could not be skipper of a schooner in the cannibal isles.

Bending, she kissed Glawen's cheek. "Thank you for a lovely day." "Wait!" cried Glawen. "Come back!" "I think not," said Wayness, and ran off up the path to Riverview House.

Anne felt sad. People parted, years passed, they met again Ã¢â'¬â€ and the meeting proved no reunion, offered no warm memories, only the acid knowledge that time had passed and things weren't as bright or attractive as they had been.

We're never going to forget our sister Jodie.