Quotes About Nostalgia

This is one of the chief differences between a child's experience of a favorite book and an educated adult's. For the adult, a book may be a work of art, possibly a very great one, but for the child reader, certain books are universes. If we are lucky, we retain some of that capacity to be immersed in a story.

Después de esas piedras negras, dice Aguilar, ya qué me importaba cómo se llamara el tipo del hotel, podía llamarse como le diera la gana porque a mí Agustina me había llevado a conocer el río de su niñez.

Digamos que me fascina la textura que adquieres en el recuerdo.

She's still small and I still want to put her in my pocket. -Seven Chillman, classmate

Frankie didn't know that the boys opened every letter, any letter, as if it were a dispatch from another world, a kinder one, a pleasant dream they'd once had when they were young. She didn't know they weren't young any more.

What?" Finn remembered sitting at the kitchen table with Sean, both of them trying to say the world "table" in Polish. Roza had said, "You have tongue like cow!" and laughed and laughed. "What?" Sean said again. He had tongue like cow, he had mind like cow. Dull, wordless.

autobiographical narrative running through our brains, is really three selves. There is the "anticipating self," who looked forward to that ice skating trip, the "experiencing self," who would do it, and the "remembering self" (a concept Nobel Prize–winning psychologist Daniel Kahneman popularized in his research), who would look back fondly on the memory of those kids zipping around on the ice.

Rich memories can expand time both as they are being created and in the rearview mirror.

The material was wrinkled, yet even in the low light it remembered the shape of two bodies.

The more golden the memories became, so of course the loss seemed even greater.

too. "Grandma makes the best pies." "Me pie too." Carl banged his

I shut my eyes and feel the memories crowding in again. My breath leaks out and time goes backward with it.

She remembered once, years back, she and Deen had snuck away on a Changing night and made a bed in the high grass of the prairie, with their blankets and pillows. When they'd woken up, there had been a mouse, chewing on the pillow between them, and Deen had screamed so loud that Jinny's ears rang.

The people I've known I must say are extraordinary. When I think about some of them, I can't believe that I knew them all. And I think the reason I knew most of them at the beginning was because they were of Bogie's generation, 25 years my senior, not mine. But they were the most talented people of all.

When everything happens to you when you're so young, you're very lucky, but by the same token, you're never going to have that same feeling again. The first time anything happens to you - your first love, your first success - the second one is never the same.

He takes a chicken tender and dunks it into the honey mustard. Something about that makes me sad. Because all the little things about him, like the way he loves honey mustard and the way he always forgets the cheese on my burger, aren't mine anymore. It's weird that everything can be the same, that he can go on liking honey mustard, and yet everything is different.

Sebastian notices the girl too, so he opens up his binder to a fresh sheet of paper, then takes out a pen and writes, "I still really miss you.

Okay, I'll admit that Chris and I still want each other. But need? Need is for your first lover on your twin bed in your college dorm.

And then the crack seals up and I'm back on familiar ground, and I remember to miss my friend, and I am relieved.

don't cry because it's over. smile because it happened.

And now...here I was. I stood by my bedroom window, watching Dorrie and Tegan growing smaller and smaller. The moonlight made the snow look silver – all that snow – and just looking at it made me cold.

It seemed like a lifetime ago.

yeah. his name was Bill,

In fifty years, we'll be like those old men who spend hours at all-day breakfast diners. We'll have big ears and tufting sprouts of nose hair, and we'll guffaw at everything the other says. Heh-heh-heh, you know it, Roby. Pass the damn ham.