Nostalgic Memories Quotes

“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.”
― Roman Payne

“I suffer from chronic nostalgia. Looking back makes me dizzy, queasy, and I yearn for it, ache for it. I want it back; maybe the homesickness will leave then.

But it’s not the way I remember it. I long for a past that I didn’t have, for the same experiences with different emotions, without the pain, without the ambivalence, without the fear. My heart remembers two different lives and I long for the one I can only see now, in retrospect.”
― Jacqueline Simon Gunn

“On summer nights when the windows are open, you can listen in on people's lives—babies crying, kids laughing, radios blaring, mothers yelling, couples fighting. Funny thing is, the sounds are always the same. Even though different people come and go, the sounds stay the same. I like that. It makes me feel a part of something big, something never ending, like the stars.”
― Jackie French Koller, Nothing to Fear

“Znaš", zamišljeno je rekao Pronek, "mislim da gdje god ti je dom postoji i barica po kojoj znaš da li pada kiša." "Kako to misliš?" "Ono, kad pogledaš kroz prozor i ne znaš da li pada i onda pogledaš svoju baricu i onda znaš." "Da, znam. To je lepo." "Ja sam imao svoju baricu u Sarajevu, ispred kuće.”
― Aleksandar Hemon, Nowhere Man

“Geschichte aus Deutschland”
― Konstantin von Weberg, Bonanzarad und Schlaghosen

“Funny thing is, the sounds are always the same. Even though different people come and go, the sounds stay the same.”
― Jackie French Koller, Nothing to Fear

“He paused and turned beside a column on the porch, one hand propped against it. He stared, absorbing me like osmosis, soaking in my molecules through the air. Determination decorated every line of his face. My skin tingled, goosebumps spreading up my bare arms, dancing behind my neck. The kind of goosebumps you get right before a thunderstorm. Or something equally electrifying.

“I’ll see you on Thursday.” His voice had lost the heaviness yet was no less forceful. No less intense. “Be ready for me.”
― Juliette Cross, Parks and Provocation

“When you find something good and beautiful in this crazy world, you hold onto it with both hands and don't let go."

"That's how I feel about you.”
― Juliette Cross, Parks and Provocation

“After August 1958, the world continued to spin; but the world of my childhood had, indeed, come to an end.

Padma—did you have, when you were little, a world of your own? A tin orb on which were imprinted the continents and oceans and polar ice? Two cheap metal hemispheres, clamped together by a plastic stand? No, of course not; but I did.”
― Salman Rushdie, Midnight’s Children

“...Marshall Field's Department Store....I spent - in more ways than one - the afternoon shipping in the vast and famous old store downtown....And then I had them mail a catalog home, too, jus tin case I'd missed something.”
― Nancy Pickard, Bum Steer

“—El verbo «amar» se parece sospechosamente al óceano. ¿No te habías dado cuenta? Lleva el mar en sus letras porque contiene algo igual de inmeso. Pero no debes dejar que se derrame, podría arrollarte.”
― Andrea Longarela, El faro de los amores dormidos

“He'll never give up, but you can't hit him. It's against the rules.
The Day Big Ed Came to Parkside School”
― Jeffrey Rasley, The Day Big Ed Came to Parkside School

“My dad and I sitting just a few yards away on the lakefront, sharing a snack of ripe figs stuffed with goat cheese and wrapped in a local salted, cured meat, a sort of prosciutto. I was probably twelve or thirteen. Dad was using his pocket knife to slit the figs and stuff them with gobs of the creamy goat cheese, his big fingers surprisingly dexterous. I open my eyes and glance to the right, seeing us sitting there side by side, dangling our legs in the cool water. I can almost taste again the gritty sweetness of the figs, the rich creamy funk of the goat cheese, the salty umami of the dried meat. It was a simple, perfect snack on a simple, perfect day.”
― Rachel Linden, The Secret of Orange Blossom Cake