Quotes About Nostalgia

And I am never going back to Africa; the last time I was there, in 1972, there were no hairdressers out in the bush, and as far as I was concerned, that was the end of that place.

Oímos montones de historias a lo largo de la infancia y, cuando nos hacemos mayores, de repente descubrimos algo que no pasa la prueba olfativa. En cierto modo, son demasiado redondas.

Memories are nice little possessions. As long as you don't ignore the present when you take them out to play.

It was a mistake to think of houses, old houses, as being empty. They were filled with memories, with the faded echoes of voices. Drops of tears, drops of blood, the ring of laughter, the edge of tempers that had ebbed and flowed between the walls, into the walls, over the years. Wasn't it, after all, a kind of life? And there were houses, he knew it, that breathed. They carried in their wood and stone, their brick and mortar a kind of ego that was nearly, very nearly, human.

Not enough. Margo rose and tucked the towel in place. Come on, let's go stuff her in a locker. For old time's sake.

He was a wild one as a lad, and there's a look about him that says he could be again. Kathy sighed. I've always had a soft spot for a wild heart in a man. Have you no sweetheart in the States then, Jude? No. She thought briefly of William. Had she ever considered her husband her sweetheart? No one special. If they're not special, what would the point be?

Come on,let's go stuff her in a locker. For old time's sake.

You have a sixty-seven GTO convertible, in factory red." He stood in reverent silence for ten full seconds. "I think you have to marry me now. You're the first woman besides Loo who's seen her and known what she is. I'm pretty sure we're engaged.

Whatever happened to women who liked to be swept off their feet?' 'They got dropped,' Diana said flatly.

A FINE THING IT WAS TO GIVE SOMEONE THE LINGERING glow of memories.

I started my illustrious career with a pitchfork in my hand and saddle soap in my pocket. Idly he tugged a white blossom from the vine, tucked it into her hair. The gesture flustered her-the easy charm of it-and made her remember they were walking in the moonlight, among the flowers. Not,she reminded herself, a good idea.

It's easy to romanticize after a couple of centuries.

Um homem nunca está mais sozinho do que quando está rodeado pelo passado.

Finally, he's back in the little blue-and-white house where there's always a boat at the dock, a rocker on the porch, and a dog in the yard.

As rooms went it was a sad statement, with its ancient coppertone appliances, white-with-gold-speckled countertops and fake-brick linoleum floor.

The dark hair and dark eyes made her think of a Brontë-hero, Heathcliff or Rochester, she wasn't sure.

grandmother's, and even as her lips curved

She didn't listen to New Kids on the Block all the time and make girly eyes over them. That was a plus.

I was having fun at grandma's house, but I kept thinking about Clifford. I wondered if he was thinking of me. He was. He loves his mom, but as soon as he could, he hurried home. So did I . . . . . . because I am thankful for Clifford, and he is thankful for me.

Is it, one wonders, only nostalgia that makes the music of the popular songs of that time seem more tuneful, the words more comprehensible, the feeling behind them more genuine than of any since? Certainly the dance music of the war years was enjoyed by all age groups, and respectable middle-aged citizens were not ashamed to be caught humming the hit tunes of the moment in those years when 'popular' music was truly popular.

What a beautiful world it was once. At least a river of it was.

time was just a hangover from the past with no present meaning

Then he asked, "After you have finished your true stories sometime, why don't you make up a story and the people to go with it? "Only then will you understand what happened and why. "It is those we live with and love and should know who elude us." Now nearly all those I loved and did not understand when I was young are dead, but I still reach out to them.

Thank you for the dear past.