Quotes About Nostalgia

Maybe home for some is always the one they lost.

Perhaps as often as we dream of things we wish might come to be, we dream of what we wish had been otherwise. We are carried forward through time, but our minds take us back.

Memories, she thought, were tangling things. They brought you ease and they brought you sorrow, and the same images and people could do both.

Heimthra' was the word used for longing: for home, for the past, for things to be as they once had been. Even the gods were said to know that yearning, from when the worlds were broken.

Inside every adult there's still a child that lingers. We're happiness merchants - giving people the opportunity to dream like children.

The thrill of coming home has never changed.

What I liked about American movies when I was a kid was that they're sort of larger than life and I think I'm still suffering from that reaction.

We think olden times were simple because we know how grandpa's problems were solved, and any problem is simple when you can look up the answer in the back of the book.

And remembering…Remembering, with twinklings and twinges,As they lean over the beans in their rented back room that is full of beads and receipts and dolls and cloths, tobacco crumbs, vases and fringes.

El olvido es ahora la especialidad de su memoria.

The fountains are dusty in the Graveyard of Dreams; The hinges are rusty, they swing with tiny screams.

Tape record your parents' laughter

I've learned that moving away from my closest friends was much, much harder to do than I ever thought it would be.

The world was already growing old, and everywhere men were fondly dwelling on her faraway youth.

You don't find cows with names any more and there aren't any farmers like Mr. Dakin, who somehow scratched a living from a herd of six milkers plus a few calves, pigs and hens.

James Herriot

I have never been able to use that soap since. Scents are too evocative and the merest whiff jerks me back to that first night away from my wife, and to the feeling I had then.

After that first crowded day I retired to one of those green-tiled sanctuaries and lathered myself with a new bar of a famous toilet soap which Helen had put in my bag. I have never been able to use that soap since. Scents are too evocative and the merest whiff jerks me back to that first night away from my wife, and to the feeling I had then. It was a dull, empty ache which never really went away.

When you grow older you miss that eagerness; life may be happy, you may have health and wealth and love and success, but the odds are that you never look forward as you once did to a single golden day. You never count the hours to it, you never see some moment ahead beckoning like a goddess across a fourth dimension.

And so it stood, a warm and vivid patch in his life, casting a radiance that glowed in a thousand recollections.

you're certain, then, that no human affection can outlast a five-year absence?" "It can, undoubtedly," replied the Chinese, "but only as a fragrance whose melancholy we may enjoy.

And sometimes, when the bell rang for call-over, he would go to the window and look across the road and over the School fence and see, in the distance, the thin line of boys filing past the bench. New times, new names . . . but the old ones still remained . . . Jefferson, Jennings, Jolyon, Jupp, Kingsley Primus, Kingsley Secundus, Kingsley Tertius, Kingston . . . where are you all, where have you all gone to?

Cigars had burned low, and we were beginning to sample the disillusionment that usually afflicts old school friends who have met again as men and found themselves with less in common than they had believed they had.

I suppose I could understand, that it's sad to forget. But it is a lonely thing, to be forgotten.