Nostalgic Quotes

Quotes tagged as "nostalgic" (showing 1-30 of 54)
Walt Whitman
“We were together. I forget the rest.”
Walt Whitman

Zeena Schreck
“Nostalgia is an illness
for those who haven't realized
that today
is tomorrow's nostalgia.”
Zeena Schreck

Kellie Elmore
“I love how summer just wraps it’s arms around you like a warm blanket.”
Kellie Elmore

David E. Hilton
“Some stories are rooted in adventure, some in strife. Others are born of the heart, and the horrors and the joys locked therein are often immeasurable, and make us truly wonder what became of those children we once were.”
David E. Hilton, Kings of Colorado

Charlotte Eriksson
“… and now and then we could look up and give each other a thought,
because I think he could have beautiful thoughts,
and we could just let each other be less lonely in our loneliness.”
Charlotte Eriksson, You're Doing Just Fine

Jenim Dibie
“This empty shell holds nothing but the echoes of what was.”
Jenim Dibie, The Calligraphy of God

Victoria Avilan
“I'm again a twelve-year old dreamer, a girl fascinated by an ancient piano and with Rona Lubliner's fingers.”
Victoria Avilan, A Small Country about to Vanish

Jenim Dibie
“Nos·tal·gia (n):
A feeling that lingers long after the taste is gone.”
Jenim Dibie, The Calligraphy of God

Criss Jami
“Growing up, I always had a soldier mentality. As a kid I wanted to be a soldier, a fighter pilot, a covert agent, professions that require a great deal of bravery and risk and putting oneself in grave danger in order to complete the mission. Even though I did not become all those things, and unless my predisposition, in its youngest years, already had me leaning towards them, the interest that was there still shaped my philosophies. To this day I honor risk and sacrifice for the good of others - my views on life and love are heavily influenced by this.”
Criss Jami, Healology

Anurag Shourie
“Nostalgia can be more painful than a surgeon's knife.”
Anurag Shourie, Half A Shadow

Guillaume Musso
“Ništa ne može da prevari više nego fotografija: verujemo da smo ovekovečili jedan srećan trenutak, ali smo samo stvorili nostalgiju.”
Guillaume Musso, Sauve-Moi

Brian Spellman
“I'm nostalgic for a better tomorrow.”
Brian Spellman

Stacey Ballis
“I've been developing killer updated versions of things like Black Forest cake, now with bittersweet devil's food cake, a dried-cherry conserve, and whipped vanilla creme fraiche. I've perfected a new carrot cake, adding candied chunks of parsnips and rum-soaked golden raisins to the cake and mascarpone to the frosting. And my cheeky take on homemade Pop-Tarts will be available in three flavors- blueberry, strawberry, and peanut butter and jelly- and I've even ordered fun little silver Mylar bags to pack them in.”
Stacey Ballis, Wedding Girl

Vladimir Nabokov
“Where is the happiness, the sunshine, where are those thick skittles of wood which crashed and bounced so nicely, where is my bicycle with the low handlebars and the big gear? It seems there's a law which says that nothing ever vanishes, that matter is indestructible; therefore the chips from my skittles and the spokes of my bicycle still exist somewhere to this day. The pity of it is that I'll never find them again - never.”
Vladimir Nabokov, Mary

Inio Asano
“In town, there's a tiny beach that's never busy, not even in the summer.

I used to like walking there, looking for stuff.

Like old fireworks.

Or kelp.

A hat knocked off someone's head by the wind.

You basically never find what you were expecting to.

And maybe you weren't expecting to find anything right from the start...”
Inio Asano, A Girl on the Shore

T.H. White
“It was Christmas night in the Castle of the Forest Sauvage, and all around length. It hung on the boughs of the forest trees in rounded lumps, even better than apple-blossom, and occasionally slid off the roofs of the village when it saw the chance of falling on some amusing character and giving pleasure to all. The boys made snowballs with it, but never put stones in them to hurt each other, and the dogs, when they were taken out to scombre, bit it and rolled in it, and looked surprised but delighted when they vanished into the bigger drifts. There was skating on the moat, which roared with the gliding bones which they used for skates, while hot chestnuts and spiced mead were served on the bank to all and sundry. The owls hooted. The cooks put out plenty of crumbs for the small birds. The villagers brought out their red mufflers. Sir Ector’s face shone redder even than these. And reddest of all shone the cottage fires down the main street of an evening,”
T.H. White, The Once and Future King

“Nostalgia dies in the pit of my throat from lack of exercise and I buried the word six feet under the pronunciation of hopeful tomorrows.”
Taylor Patton

Al Berto
“Sinto que há uma estranha eternidade naquilo que amámos e foi destruído.

(I feel that there lies a strange eternity in that which we loved but has been destroyed.)”
Al Berto, O Anjo Mudo

Bryant A. Loney
“Nostalgia. It haunts us, it destroys us, and sometimes, its sentimentality consumes us piece by piece so that we may realize our once-familiar circumstance may never again return. It is a state of mind best indulged infrequently.”
Bryant A. Loney, Take Me to the Cat

“Mengenali Engkau ya Allah sebagai Rabbku merupakan kenangan manisku di dunia.”
Amir 'Izzuddin Muhammad

Colm Tóibín
“The idea that she would leave all of this - the rooms of the house once more familiar and warm and comforting - and go back to Brooklyn and not return for a long time again frightened her now. She knew as she sat on the edge of the bed and took her shoes off and then lay back with her arms behind her head that she had spent every day putting off all thought of her departure and what she would meet on her arrival.”
Colm Tóibín, Brooklyn

Rick Riordan
“A strange breeze rustled through the clearing, temporarily overpowering the stink of trash and murk. It brought the smell of berries and wildflowers and clean rainwater, things that might've once been in these woods. Suddenly I was nostalgic for something I'd never knew.”
Rick Riordan, The Lightning Thief

John Shelton Jones
Sounds Is Love of All, the World
Sounds create soulful existence,
When the oceans tide, it is sound;
When fervency of love creates sympathy of sobbing, sighing, jubilating, and tears drops, it’s a hymn of sound and presence.
When rains, it creates symphonies that therapeutic the body and mind, it is sound.
There is sound.
When sharing a glass of wine while looking at your significant other swallow its taste,
There is sound.
When night becomes morning, noise of the birds tweak, the dogs bark, pancakes sizzling on the pan, bees gathering for honey, it is sound.
There is sound.
When listening to music for a moodily Spirit, moving rhythmically to the music, it is sound.
When coitus makes quakes, it is sound.
In durations of lovemaking; the breathing, the objects banging, the thrusting, and the instrumental tones from the mouth, the kisses, the clapping and rubbing of flesh, it all surrounds the atmosphere, it is sound.
There is sound.
When love cuddles in your significant other sleeps, and hear breathing, heart beats, maneuvering, it is sound.
There is sound.
During intensity of love at its silence and loudest, there is sound.
As penetration of love goes deep and pulls out a sound of intensity opens and reactions follow, it is sound.
There is sound.
Beauty is the penetrating sound of the verses, the Psalms, the Proverbs, the Song of Solomon, the Gospels, and overall the Holy Scriptures spoken from a fervent tongue, power of thought, and sensible recovery from what aches, in all its sound.
Sound surrounds all ways.
It is sound.
Sound is therapy to the love and Spirit, a sound mind, in all, the world is sound.”
John Shelton Jones, Awakening Kings and Princes Volume I: Sacred Knowledge to Nourish the Mentality, Support Spiritual Growth, Learning the Light, and Progressing to Become a Master Lover While Embracing Desire

“I remember things like dates down to minutes, what they smelled like, how they walked and how they tug their hands in their pockets. I twine myself in nostalgia of moments and not necessarily the people in them. I long for the idea of the past and occasionally forget the present. I find myself lost in memories, just looking to recreate the moment; forgetting the past is in the past and what we have is now.”
Dominic Riccitello

“That amazing time in our lives is gone, and will never return. All the beautiful possibilities we had then have been swallowed up in the flow of time.”
Murakami Haruki

“The silk of joys sounds nostalgic, but it may be because I dress gratitude.”
1 Minuto na Palma da Mão

“Nostalgia is a bittersweet emotion; it entails the act of recalling complicated memories of bygone days.”
Kilroy J. Oldster, Dead Toad Scrolls

Ally Carter
“I was faintly aware of the changing light.
A shining, shimmering glow seemed to cover
the scaffolding and the woods, the P&E barn,
and the white tents that caught the fleeting bits
of sun.
All that was left of the mansion was stone
and ash, but my home was there. Forever.”
Ally Carter, A Gallagher Wedding

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