Nostalgia Quotes

We long to have again the vanished past, in spite of all its pain.

She knew with suddeness and ease that this moment would be with her always, within hand's reach of m...

The memories: they are the reality.

Allie sighed. It was an old yellow sound, like turning pages.

You can go other places, all right - you can live on the other side of the world, but you can't ever...

It shocks me how I wish for...what is lost and cannot come back.

Old houses were scaffolding once and workmen whistling.

Now that lilacs are in bloomShe has a bowl of lilacs in her roomAnd twists one in her fingers while ...

These fragments I have shored against my ruins

Memory takes a lot of poetic licence. It omits some details; others are exaggerated, according to th...

He decided that we suffer from great temporal homesickness for the decade we were born in.

I can't look at everything hard enough!

Nostalgia-- that's the basic sickness, and I never heard of a doctor who can cure it.

The head which does not turn backwards towards horizons that have vanished contains neither thought ...

She sighed, she snored, not that she was asleep, only drowsy and heavy, drowsy and heavy, like a fie...

For they might be parted for hundreds of years, she and Peter; she never wrote a letter and his were...

It partook ... of eternity ... there is a coherence in things, a stability; something, she meant, is...

As to the past, I would not mind retrieving from various corners of space-time certain lost comforts...

The days of my youth, as I look back on them; seem to fly away from me in a flurry of pale repetitiv...

Nostalgia in reverse, the longing for yet another strange land, grew especially strong in spring.

The nostalgia I have been cherishing all these years is a hypertrophied sense of lost childhood, not...

One is always at home in one's past...

It is an illusion that youth is happy, an illusion of those who have lost it; but the young know the...

It's one thing to develop a nostalgia for home while you're boozing with Yankee writers in Martha's ...

I may not know who I am, but I know where I am from.

PatriotismBreathes there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, 'This is my own,...

Beautiful surroundings, the society of learned men, the charm of noble women, the graces of art, cou...

As I went back alone over that familiar road, I could almost believe that a boy and girl ran along b...

I slept that night in the room I used to have when I was a little boy, with the summer wind blowing ...

I guess everybody thinks about old times, even the happiest people.

How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home.

Memory believes before knowing remembers.[Light in August]

Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in ...

Freedom, "that terrible word inscribed on the chariot of the storm," is the motivating principle of ...

From the moment that man believes neither in God nor in immortal life, he becomes 'responsible for e...

Every act of rebellion expresses a nostalgia for innocence and an appeal to the essence of being.

Not very long ago I was driving with my husband on the back roads of Grey County, which is to the no...

Ten long trips around the sun since I last saw that smile, but only joy and thankfulness that on a t...

Smells could bring a person back clearer than pictures even could.

Country life has its advantages,' he used to say. 'You sit on the veranda drinking tea and your duck...

In short, the man displayed a constant and insurmountable impulse to wrap himself in a covering, to ...

We seem to be going through a period of nostalgia, and everyone seems to think yesterday was better ...

One thing seems certain. Our galaxy is now in the brief springtime of its life—a springtime made glo...

I became quietly seized with that nostalgia that overcomes you when you have reached the middle of y...

So before we end and then beginWe'll drink a toast to how it's beenA few more hours to be completeA ...

He no longer loves the person whom he loved ten years ago. I quite believe it. She is no longer the ...

Nostalgia is also a dangerous form of comparison. Think about how often we compare ourselves and our...

It is not settled happiness but momentary joy that glorifies the past.

For an instant I think I saw. I saw the loneliness of man as a gigantic wave which had been frozen i...

I handed the photo back to her. The caretaker gazed at it as if it were a lucky charm, a return tick...

it's good to have things done withwhen they don't workit's also good not to hateor even forgetthe pe...

Those darling byegone times, Mr Carker,' said Cleopatra, 'with their delicious fortresses, and their...

The dreams of childhood—its airy fables; its graceful, beautiful, humane, impossible adornments of t...

As it is there isn't a single thing isn't an opportunity for some 'alert' person, including practica...

When you have no future, you live in the past.

Dark came early and stayed full of lights and the shouts of children.

However, I suppose VH1 *is* selling me something; they're selling nostalgia, which means they're sel...

Some say that time is like water that flows around us (like a stone in the river) and some say we fl...

When you start thinking about what your life was like 10 years ago--and not in general terms, but in...

Now, obviously, all old people seem cool whenever we see black-and-white images of their younger sel...

Journey to the end of day, Come the fire-fly, Come the moon; Say a prayer for God's good grace And s...

The idea that she would leave all of this - the rooms of the house once more familiar and warm and c...

There are no days more full than those we go back to.

It's the problem in seeing too much of the world. In loving too much of it. You can only live in one...

The vivid memory of the woods had blossomed into a visceral longing for the Ridge, so immediate that...

This is because the nature of this place is a strong emotion - "nostalgia" is their word for it - wh...

I read this over today, for the first time since I wrote it. It's full of nostalgia, every word load...

Nostalgia for the 20th century brain helps nobody.

The sixties are like a theme park to them. They wear the costume, buy their tickets, and they have t...

If the Holy Communion touched my teeth, I thought that was a mortal sin

For sailors who love the wind, memory is a good port of departure.

His talent was as natural as the pattern that was made by the dust on a butterfly's wings. At one ti...

He smelled the odor of the pine boughs under him, the piney smell of the crushed needles and the sha...

Sebastian is in love with his own childhood. That will make him very unhappy.

Yes it’s me, I myself, what I turned out to be, (…) I’m the one here in myself, it’s me. (…) Whateve...

Isn't there any heaven where old beautiful dances, old beautiful intimacies prolong themselves?

I think it's my memory of this period that makes me fantasise about living in the country. In realit...

I want to build / and raise anew / Theseus' Temple and the Stadiums / and where Pericles livedBut th...

The memory of the past did not redeem the future, as he insisted on believing.

In her final years she would still recall the trip that, with the perverse lucidity of nostalgia, be...

The uncertainty of the future made them turn their hearts toward the past. They saw themselves in th...

She had forgotten his faults as we forgetthe sorrows of our departed childhood.

Contrary to popular belief, the past was not more eventful than the present. If seems so it is becau...

I have never forgotten, and I can't imagine you have, and I've thought of it over the years. It was ...

Remembrance restores possibility to the past, making what happened incomplete and completing what ne...

I don’t have a photograph, but you can have my footprints. They’re upstairs in my socks.

Then he remembered his wedding, the old times, the first pregnancy of his wife; he, too, had been ve...

...but now the love of Charles for Emma seemed to her a desertion from her tenderness, an encroachme...

It was a place where, if troubles did not vanish, they were made bearable.

The whiff of ocean on the southern breeze and the smell of burning asphalt brought back memories of ...

I'm your phantom dance partner. I'm your shadow. I'm not anything more.

People leave traces of themselves where they feel most comfortable, most worthwhile.

Writing from memory like this, I often feel a pang of dread. What if I've forgotten the most importa...

I would never see her again, except in memory. She was here, and now she's gone. There is no middle ...

Oh, Starbuck! it is a mild, mild wind, and a mild looking sky. On such a day - very much such a swee...

how I wish I could fist a bit of old-fashioned beef in the fore-castle, as I used to when i was befo...

It marked the beginning and, of course, an end. At that moment a chapter, no, a whole stage of my cl...

For children, childhood is timeless. It is always the present. Everything is in the present tense. O...

All you will have is the present. Waste no energy crying over yesterday or dreaming of tomorrow. Nos...

I do believe that people can only be in love with one landscape in their lifetime. One can appreciat...