Quotes about Nostalgia

He wants to feel good, he always used to feel good at every turning of the year, every vacation or end of vacation, every new sheet on the calendar: but his adult life has proved to have no seasons, only changes of weather, and the older he gets, the less weather interests him. The house next to his old house still has the FOR SALE sign up. He tries his front door

Our most treasured family heirloom are our sweet family memories. The past is never dead, it is not even past.

We old folks have to find our cushions and pillows in our tankards. Strong beer is the milk of the old.

I find that the further I go back, the better things were, whether they happened or not.

It was becoming a habit-this concentration on things behind him. Almost as though there were no future to be had. *Milkman*

Most believe that a satisfactory future requires a return to an idealized past, a past which never in fact existed.

Run On" started with an ostinato piano part, and I passed the exit for the Holiday Inn where Robert Downey Jr. and his family had lived when they were moving out of Darien. Robert Downey Jr. had been my best friend in third grade. We'd bonded because we were both neurotic eight-year-olds, and his parents and my mom were the only adults in Darien who smoked pot.

There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered.

Lay a lost and delightful world, the world of my childhood, the world of sweet and irresponsible days at Qunu and Mqhekezweni. Now I was a man, and I would never again play thinti, or steal maize, or drink milk from a cow's udder.

Even as a child I had a strong relationship with yearning and desire. And loss. Those things spoke to me.

Memories, imagination, old sentiments, and associations are more readily reached through the sense of smell than through any other channel.

Could such a many-chambered edifice have stood a century and a half and not have had its passages of romance to bequeath their lingering legends to the after-time?... It was a great happiness to have been born in an old house haunted by such recollections, with harmless ghosts walking its corridors, with fields of waving grass and trees and singing birds...