Quotes About Nostalgia

The could-have been boys still love you.

It was very pleasant to savor its aroma, for smells have the power to evoke the past, bringing back sounds and even other smells that have no match in the present. -Tita

los olores tienen la característica de reproducir tiempos pasados junto con sonidos y olores nunca igualados en el presente.

Sin embargo, y a pesar de mi añoranza y mis buenos deseos, mi ultimo pensamiento es, inevitablemente, para él. Angelo...

No hay nada como estar lejos del hogar para descubrir cuanto lo añoras.

Adoraba sumergirse entre sus páginas amarillentas, aspirar el olor a libros viejos y dejarse llevar por el poder de las palabras.

Sophie gazed wistfully at their cutoff shorts and tank tops. Once upon a time she, too, had lived in grunge wear. She didn't miss the clothes so much as that time in her life, when she'd had nothing more to do than go to keg parties on weekends and cut class to hang out with her boyfriend. Now both those pursuits seemed worse than trivial—they seemed wasteful. How could a few short years make such a difference in her outlook? She

Remember me with smiles and laughter, for that is how I will remember you all. If you can only remember me with tears, then don't remember me at all.

Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmastime.

Some old-fashioned things like fresh air and sunshine are hard to beat. In our mad rush for progress and modern improvements let's be sure we take along with us all the old-fashioned things worth while.

Some old-fashioned things like fresh air and sunshine are hard to beat.

Autumn is a place where words fall short. It is a magic that must be felt, breathed, experienced, and treasured."

And this letter I didn't send how surprising to find it now. All this love I must have felt.

And all the embezzled cents and dollars of the last time I saw you.

and the stones, bewitched, can see: The lost hours and into the past.

Why not the Victorians and their sentimental grief-wreaths woven from a loved one's hair?

When you get back together with an old boyfriend, it's pathetic. It's like having a garage sale and buying your own stuff back.

I never understood until this happened to me was that if one's always going to new places, one never stops long enough to see the beauty in the old places.

My family is from the South, and I can remember all those ladies I grew up with, like my great-aunts, who had handkerchiefs. There's something sweet about them.

I love 70's music.

Goldenberg Peanut Chew for lunch, or a bag of Utz crab chips.

what our father called a chifforobe

Vaccaro's was

My whole life reminded me of how it felt to ride, when Greenie and I were little, in the back of Greenie's mother's car, an ancient Pacer with a seat that faced backward and left us staring at places we'd already been and drivers who didn't want to make eye contact. I was facing the wrong direction, but time still went forward, gliding toward destinations I couldn't see or choose.