“I sit beside the fire and think of all that I have seen, of meadow-flowers and butterflies in summers that have been; Of yellow leaves and gossamer in autumns that there were, with morning mist and silver sun and wind upon my hair.”
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Nostalgic Quotes — page 28 of 136
“In the ordinary jumble of my literary drawer, I sometimes find texts I wrote ten, fifteen, or even more years ago. And many of them seem to me written by a stranger: I simply do not recognize myself in them. There was a person who wrote them, and it was I. I experienced them, but it was in another life, from which I just woke up, as if from someone else's dream.”
“Perfume is that last and best reserve of the past, the one which when all out tears have run dry, can make us cry again!”
“My grandmothers are full of memories, smelling of soap and onions and wet clay, with veins rolling roughly over quick hands, they have many clean words to say, my grandmothers were strong.”
“Vague memories hang about the mind like cobwebs.”
“We wander through old streets, and pause before the age stricken houses; and, strange to say, the magic past lights them up.”
“I'll never forget my wedding day... they threw vitamin pills”
“I remember at the age of five travelling on a trolley car with my mother past a group of women on a picket line at a textile plant, seeing them being viciously beaten by security people. So that kind of thing stayed with me.”
“Places remember events.”
“When I was 9, my parents let me take a cab to the mall all by myself. I had hardly any money to spend, but I did have a very specific list of things I wanted to do: buy cookies and sit on the furniture at Sears.”
“I think that objects have memories. I’m always thinking that I’ll go to the museum and see something and have a big memory about some other lifetime.”
“One returns to the place one came from.”
“The past feels distant, even when it's near. The future feels assured, even when it isn't.”
“At university I had a big coloured scarf and people would often say, 'All right, Doctor Who?' And, I thought, I rather liked that notion.”
“The landscape you grow up in speaks to you in a way that nowhere else does.”
“The first World Cup I remember was in the 1950 when I was 9 or 10 years old. My father was a soccer player, and there was a big party, and when Brazil lost to Uruguay, I saw my father crying.”
“That world! These days it's all been erased and they've rolled it up like a scroll and put it away somewhere. Yes, I can touch it with my fingers. But where is it?”
“From daydreams on the road there was no waking. He plodded on. He could remember everything of her save her scent. Seated in a theatre with her beside him leaning forward listening to the music. Gold scrollwork and sconces and the tall columnar folds of the drapes at either side of the stage. She held his hand in her lap and he could feel the tops of her stockings through the thin stuff of her summer dress. Freeze this frame. Now call down your dark and your cold and be damned.”
“How sweet the past is, no matter how wrong, or how sad. How sweet is yesterday's noise”
“I was born on Delaware Street. We have never desired another home.”