Nostalgia Quotes

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...

I have such a hopeless dream of walking or being there at night, nothing happens, I just pass, every...

We men of this age are rotten with book-lore and with a yearning for the past.

When shall I cease to regret you! – When learn to feel a home elsewhere! – Oh! Happy house, could yo...

Have you ever wondered how nostalgia isn"t what it used to be?

Speed is simply the rite that initiates us intoemptiness: a nostalgic desire for forms to revert to ...

Walk with me, memory to memory, the shared path, the mutual view. Walk with me. The past lies in wai...

Walk with me, memory to memory, the shared path, the mutual view. Walk with me. The past lies in wai...

The baby explodes into an unknown world that is only knowable through some kind of a story - of cour...

At this time in his life Zinkoff sees no difference between the stars in the sky and the stars in hi...

Each night I lie down in a graveyard of memories.

In theory momentos serve to bring back the moment. In fact they serve only to make clear how inadequ...

And except on a certain kind of winter evening—six-thirty in the Seventies, say, already dark and bi...

That's the life, she said to me, as we watched a puppy chase its own tail. That's what I want to be ...

Sara," I ask finally, "what do you want from me?""I want to look at you and remember what it used to...

What I want, more than anything, is to turn back time a little. To become the kid I used to be, who ...

I love the way he smelled whenever his head dipped close to hear what I was saying—like the sun stri...

Mixed with the love we hold for our native country is the fact that it is the place where we were ra...

The problem with nostalgia is what we tend to do is only remember what you like and you forget the p...

I'm not going to be one of those people who sits around talking about what they're going to do. I'm ...

I couldn’t help but think about school and everything else ending. I liked standing just outside the...

The abbreviated exam week meant that Wednesday was the last day of school for us. And all day long, ...

I didn't really want to come back here and again have to feel like my lungs were drowning in this pe...

Because who can describe the look that triggers the memory of loved ones? Who can anticipate the fro...

The way you remember or dream about your loved ones - the ones who are gone - you can't stop their e...

Stoner and Masters smiled at each other, and they spoke no more of the question that evening. But fo...

Time was passing like a hand waving from a train I wanted to be on. I hope you never have to think a...

Useless to tell myself that a dreamand the memory of yesterday are the same thing

Which one of us has never felt, walking through the twilight or writing down a date from his past, t...

There are the girls we love, the men we look up to, the tenderness, the friendships, the opportuniti...

This mournful and restless sound was a fit accompaniment to my meditations.

This was before voice mail, recorded phone messages you can't escape. Life was easier then. You just...

Though why should we expect age to mellow us? If it isn't life's business to reward merit, why shoul...

You may say, But wasn't this the Sixties? Yes, but only for some people, only in certain parts of th...

What you end up remembering isn't always the same as what you have witnessed.

When people talk about the good old days, I say to people, 'It's not the days that are old, it's you...

That's most interesting. But I was no more a mind-reader then than today. Iwas weeping for an altoge...

The earlier years - the ones I've just been telling you about - they tend to blur into each other as...

Nos-tal-gic,’ Akira said, as though it were a word he had been struggling to find. Then he said a wo...

And perhaps we have reason to be very grateful that, both as children and long afterwards, we are ne...

I'd trade all my tomorrows for one single yesterday.

The 'what should be' never did exist, but people keep trying to live up to it. There is no 'what sho...

The terrible thing is that it's impossible to tear the past out by the roots.

I miss it every minute, and I have no wish at all to go back.

We should have taken our chances back then, when we were young and beautiful and didn't even know it...

I remembered his laugh, like a flock of crows taking off

Remembrance of things past is not necessarily the remembrance of things as they were.

When nothing else subsists from the past, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and...

No sooner had the warm liquid mixed with the crumbs touched my palate than a shudder ran through me ...

I was willing to yield to nostalgia, that melancholy residue of desire.

This empty kitchen's whereI'd while away the hoursJust next to my old chairYou'd usually have some f...