Quotes about Nostalgia

Everybody's youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness.' 'How pleasant then to be insane!

It eluded us then, but that's no matter—tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . . And then one fine morning— So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

So when the blue smoke of brittle leaves was in the air and the wind blew the wet laundry stiff on the line I decided to come back home.

Long ago, there was something in me, but now that thing is gone. Now that thing is gone, that thing is gone. I cannot cry. I cannot care. That thing will come back no more.

a negligée of robin's-egg blue laid out upon the bed diffused a faint perfume, elusive and familiar. On a chair were a pair of stockings and a street dress; an open powder box yawned upon the bureau. She had gone out.

he told me all the things he liked to THINK he thought in the misty past.

I wouldn't ask too much of her,' I ventured. 'You can't repeat the past.' 'Can't repeat the past?' he cried incredulously. 'Why of course you can!' He looked around him wildly, as if the past were lurking here in the shadow of his house, just out of reach of his hand.

He wanted a world that was like walking through rain

Later she remembered all the hours of the afternoon as happy--one of those uneventful times that seem at the moment only a link between past and future pleasure but turn out to have been the pleasure itself.

Can't repeat the past? why of course you can!

I fancy cartoons; don't even get me started on 'Aladdin.'

It's funny to look back - Tessa was seven and I was nine. I remember there wasn't a lot of talking at the beginning. We were terrified to hold hands for quite a while.