Nostalgia Quotes

For it is up to you and meto take solacein nostalgia's armsand our abilityto create the everlastingfrom fleeting moments.

Many contemporary critics of higher education similarly posit a Golden Age but no one knows when it was supposed to exist.

College was at the heart of his sentimental imagination.

Nostalgia is the only acceptable form of sadness.

I can't look at everything hard enough!

The mid-19th century was noted for a partisan, rather than a consensus press, but this partisanship was able to turn out voters consistently.

Somewhere between buying 25 friendship bands and passing by the shop with a smile looking at kids buying the bands, we grew up

I visit you in my dreams and you talk to me in songs. Each sentence is a bridge taking me closer to the city that you are.

Country life has its advantages, ' he used to say. 'You sit on the veranda drinking tea and your ducklings swim on the pond, and everything smells good. . . and there are gooseberries.

Looking at old photographs inundates you with a flood of nostalgic emotions! And you can't be sure where you want to swim in the deluge of memories!

You'll live through my words and my pictures, and I'll live somewhere the skies are blue.

I felt a tightening in my chest, a sharp spike of intense sadness-almost like nostalgia, except it was for a life I never had.

I miss those days even though I wasn't alive.

This Heart at Peace is My Homeland. (Su Shih)

I was right when I said I’d never look back. It hurts too much, it drags at your heart till you can’t ever do anything else except look back.

It was nostalgic in that painful way nostalgia could be

This empty shell holds nothing but the echoes of what was.

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

I want to build / and raise anew / Theseus' Temple and the Stadiums / and where Pericles livedBut there's no money, too much spent today / I had a guest over and we sat together.

Once a thing is removed from your heart, a trace of it still remains.

I am filled time and againwith a heart-aching wonder when I thinkof the fireand frost of memoriesof the everlastingnessof lovethe solace of familyand the power of prayer.

Nostalgia has a way of blocking the reality of the past.

we always knewthat good times camewith termination contractseven if we weren't quite readyto sign it.

Nostalgia, she knew, has the power to make you smile and also to make you cry.

Three children lay on the rocks at the water's edge.A dark-haired girl, two boys, slightly older.This image is caught forever in my memory, like some fragile creature preserved in amber.

Nostalgia is an illness for those who haven't realized that todayis tomorrow's nostalgia.

Even the memory of cradling her in my arms is pure euphoria. And all that I ask out of life is that it be constant and unending euphoria.

what it is is the memory of a dance a song you heard long ago to hear it is to be young again and for once for once you are happy

Even when our children are still young and defenseless, we feel intimations of their departure. We find ourselves staring at them with nostalgia, wistful for the person they're about to no longer be.

I never even heard her voice."And after a while:"It is a strange grief."Softly:"To die of nostalgia for something you never lived.

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

He looked at me, that first day, like he had just found something he’d lost a thousand years ago.

I go backwards and forwards, recapturing the past, wondering about the future—and, most unreasonably, I find myself longing for the past more than for the future.

I'm not going to be one of those people who sits around talking about what they're going to do. I'm just going to do it. Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia.

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

Sometimes, It's awesome to be childish with your partner .Otherwise you are missing out.

Walk with me, memory to memory, the shared path, the mutual view. Walk with me. The past lies in wait. It is not behind. It seems to be in front. How else could it trip me as as I start to run?

Walk with me, memory to memory, the shared path, the mutual view. Walk with me. The past lies in wait. It is not behind. It seems to be in front. How else could it trip me as I start to run?

...the nostalgia for things that weren't yet lost.

The scene sucker-punched Max. He never saw it coming. It encapsulated in one poignant instant the tragic beauty of his family history.

At least I rescued your poor hot dog.

She should have died on that day. Perhaps, in a way, she had.

–We are all dying– she told me. –Even something of the immortal will die–“What?”–Meaning–

I may be a little like the grown-ups. I must have grown old.

Hey presto: time travel. You don't need a time machine, it turns out, you just need a friend to laugh like a teenager. Chronology shivers.

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

Memory believes before knowing remembers.[Light in August]

And so their memories took on potential, which is of course how our greatest nostalgias are born.

As we age we begin to grasp at youthful bliss like a life raft in a sea of harsh reality.

I can tell you this: there will be other girls, other disasters. And there will be nights to come, his life mostly behind him, when he will long to hurt like that again.