859 Quotes About Nostalgia

The belonging you seek is not behind you. It is ahead.

Last night there was intermittent rain, a gusty wind.Deep sleep did not relieve me ofThe last effects of wine.I ask the maid rolling up the blinds,But she replies: "The crab-apple is lovely as before.""Don't you know?""Oh, don't you know?""The green should be plump and the red lean?

In the waltz of the leaves in the airIn the features of the playful cloudsIn the nostalgia carried by the windIn Paris alone,I save your love(fragment from Your presence “partout”, chapter Hope)

I roam the streets, silent and still,I look for You, in each and everything.I have come a long way from myself,so away,so long, that I,myself have become a memory.And so i seek Your gaze, to See myself,But what am i ? without Your touch ?How distant You are, yet How close Iam,this place holds a fortune, for my lost self.

How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home.

وطنك هو المكان الذى ارتديت فيه أول سروال طويل فى حياتك، ولعبت أول مباراة كرة قدم، وسمعت أول قصيدة، وكتبت أول خطاب حب، وتلقيت أول علقة من معلمك أو خصومك فى المدرسة.. وطنك هو المكان الذى ذهبت فيه للمسجد لأول مرة وحدك، وخلعت حذاءك متحديًا صديقك أن يقف جوارك لتريا أيكما أطول قامة.. وطنك هو أول مكان تمرّغت على عشبه فى صراع مع صديق لدود من أجل فتاة لا تعرف شيئا عن كليكما

[T]he very color of the air in the place I was born was different, the smell of the earth was special, redolent with memories of my parents.

She considered what had made Denmark home to her anyway. Was it the sense of familiarity? That wherever she went there were echoes of a hundred memories she could pluck from her thoughts?

è così in rovina, non ha neanche il tetto, dentro non c'è niente, come mai per terra ci cresce l'erba?Tu non capisci, questa casa non è morta. Non capisci, le case sono come gli uomini, ha detto la zia, se non hanno speranze perdono forza, se la perdono a lungo si ammalano, e una volta ammalate se non c'è nessuno che le cura, non muoiono forse?