859 Quotes About Nostalgia

I long for the days when I was One with the one who was the only one I could be One with.

We talked for four hours. I don't remember most of it, but often a little moment in an unrelated conversation or alone on the street will trigger a memory of it I didn't know I had. So I know it's all there somewhere.

We talked for four hours. I don't remember most of it, but often a little moment in an unrelated conversation or alone on the street will trigger a memory of it that I didn't know I had. So I know it's all there somewhere.

Sweet as the past may be, it best remains pressed between the pages of memory, savoured for a moment or two on quiet Sunday afternoons.

Nostalgia has hungits hammock in my heart

She closed her eyes and felt him inside her skin. Where he was vibrant and smart and irreverent and loving. She saw his smile, heard his laugh. Felt his hands. Felt his body. Now he was gone. But he hadn't left. And she sometimes wondered if that was him, beating on her heart. And she wondered what would happen if he stopped. Every night she came here. Parked. And stared at the window. Hoping to see some sign of life.

See, that's the problem with putting too much stock in the old days. You remember all the GOOD stuff, but you forget about the time you got spanked by your best friend's mom.

I remembered his laugh, like a flock of crows taking off

No era difícil imaginar el diálogo, pero si hubiese estado solo con Hélène ella no me hubiera dicho eso, probablemente no me hubiera dicho nada, atenta y ajena; una vez más la incluía sin derecho, imaginariamente, como un consuelo por tanta distancia y tanto silencio. Ya nada teníamos que decirnos Hélène y yo, que nos habíamos dicho tan poco.