Nostalgia Quotes

How can days and happenings and moments so good become so quickly ugly, and for no reason, for no re...

What are days for?Days are where we live. They come, they wake us Time and time over.They are to be ...

That was the danger of nostalgia, Drizzt realized. One often remembered the good of the past while f...

Nostalgia is a necessary thing, I believe, and a way for all of us to find peace in that which we ha...

At least I rescued your poor hot dog.

She felt the intimate loss of who she was meant to become.

No nostalgia is felt as keenly as nostalgia for things that never existed.

Children are still the way you were as a child, sad and happy in just the same way--and if you think...

There is no cause for nostalgia save the good and life-enhancing nostalgia for the present.

My dear, you never will understand time, will you? You're always trying to be the things you were, i...

She ordered a martini and encouraged me to, but said she couldn't drink it with her medication. She ...

how sad and bad and mad it was - but then, how it was sweet

I talked yesterday about caring, I care about these moldy old riding gloves. I smile at them flying ...

Pretty mountains, pretty river, bumpy but pleasant tar road... old buildings, old people on a front ...

Farewell, Timothy Riley’s Bar," Lane said softly. "Home of the nickel beer. Snooker emporium. Reposi...

And the further they go, the more they'll remember, they can take it from me.

It may be that writers in my position,exiles, or emigrants or expatriates, are haunted by some sense...

If you are a dreamer, come in,If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic b...

...And nostalgia is a cancer. Nostalgia will fill your heart up with tumors. Yeah, yeah, yeah, that'...

The machines men are so intent on making have carried them very far from the old sweet things.

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...