Quotes about Nostalgia

I would pore for hours over the stalls of worn necklaces, sets of gilt spoons, sugar tongs in the shape of hen's feet or midget hands, clocks that didn't work, flowered china, spotty mirrors and ponderous furniture, the flotsam left by those receding centuries in which, more and more, I was living.

I am like a room where things once happened and now nothing does, except

The poems that used to entrance me in the days of Miss Violence now struck me as overdone and sickly. Alas, burthen, thine, cometh, aweary —the archaic language of unrequited love. I was irritated with such words, which rendered the unhappy lovers—I could now see—faintly ridiculous, like poor moping Miss Violence herself. Soft-edged, blurry, soggy, like a bun fallen into the water. Nothing you'd want to touch

I watched your snapshot fade for twenty years.

there goes this day, down to where all the other days have gone, each one carrying something away with it.

What I miss is what she'd say. What she would have said.

Deep down I know I could never be that innocent again, however much I'd like to be.

Things were different when I was growing up.

Later on, when you are older, you won't enjoy anything., then you'll say: 'I read that in books twenty years ago.

For twenty years I have ached to go back home, when there was nobody there to whom I could return.

He Kept recalling her lying on his bed; she reminded him of no one in his former life.

O for the gentleness of old Romance, the simple planning of a minstrel's song!