Quotes About Nostalgia

From then on whenever he heard the song he thought of the death of Munson. They always said that when the old city disappeared and something new took its place.

Memory has a heavy backspin, yet it's still impossible to land exactly where we took off.

The old days, they arrive back in the oddest ways, suddenly taut, breaking the surface, a salmon leap.

What monstrous things, our pasts, especially when they have been lovely.

It was as if they wanted to take their older bodies and put their younger hearts inside.

There are moments we return to, now and always. Family is like water--it has a memory of what it once filled, always trying to get back to the original stream. I was on the bottom bunk again, listening to his slumber verses. The flap of our childhood letter box opened. Opening the door to the spray of sea.

I can still to this day hear my folks whispering and laughing before they went off to sleep: perhaps it is all I want to recall, perhaps our stories should stop on a dime, maybe things could begin and end right there, at the moment of laughter, but things don't begin and end really, I suppose; they just keep on going.

Women in long dresses, aloof and elegant, the mark of bonnet ribbons still on the soft of their necks.

There isn't a story in the world that isn't in part, at least, addressed to the past. I

It is not fashionable anymore, I suppose, to have a regard for one's mother in the way my brother and I had then, in the mid-1950s, when the noise outside the window was mostly wind and sea chime.

How long ago it was and how strange, but all dead friends come to life again sometimes.

She had that emigrant's sadness—she would never go back to her old country—it was gone in more senses than one—but she was forever gazing homewards anyway.

Her heart turned dark at the place that had been his.

En ese estado de embriaguez nostálgica se cruzó por mi mente un pensamiento que me petrificó, pues por primera vez comprendí la sólida verdad dispersa en las canciones de tantos poetas o proclamada en la brillante sabiduría de los pensadores y de los filósofos: el amor es la meta última y más alta a la que puede aspirar el hombre.

We have rescued it into the past wherein it has been safely delivered and deposited. In the past, nothing is irretrievably lost, but rather, on the contrary, everything is irrevocably stored and treasured.

When given free rein, his imagination played with past events, often not important ones, but minor happenings and trifling things. His nostalgic memory glorified them and they assumed a strange character.

You'd be surprised what everyone in Hollywood got up to in those days.

A yellow fog swirls past the window-pane As night descends upon the fabled street: A lonely hansom splashes through the rain, And ghostly gas lamps fail at twenty feet. Here though the world explode, these two survive, And it is always eighteen ninety-five.

Forsan et haec olim meminisse juvabit.

Forsan et haec olim meminisse iuvabit - Perhaps even these things will be good to remember one day

I recognize the vestiges of an old flame

Forsan et haec olim meminisse iuuabit.

A joy it will be one day, perhaps, to remember even this.

It's the nice thing about children. Mothers tend to forget most of the bad things sooner or later. The good things are forever. Bitty joined me on the porch, and sat down in the wicker rocker next to me and handed me a Bloody Mary.