“A faint smell of lilac filled the air. There was always lilac in this part of town. Where there were grandmothers, there was always lilac.”
Nostalgic feeling
Nostalgic Quotes — page 6 of 136
“where are the snowdens of yesteryear?”
“I first saw the site for Disneyland back in 1953, In those days it was all flat land - no rivers, no mountains, no castles or rocket ships - just orange groves, and a few acres of walnut trees.”
“There's rosemary, that's for remembrance. Pray you, love, remember.”
“Wherever a beautiful soul has been there is a trail of beautiful memories.”
“We pass through the present with our eyes blindfolded. We are permitted merely to sense and guess at what we are actually experiencing. Only later when the cloth is untied can we glance at the past and find out what we have experienced and what meaning it has.”
“We were pretty good mates until the Beatles started to split up and Yoko came into it. It was more like old army buddies splitting up on account of wedding bells.”
“A nation which has forgotten its past can have no future.”
“Death really did not matter to him but life did, and therefore the sensation he felt when they gave their decision was not a feeling of fear but of nostalgia.”
“My first outdoor cooking memories are full of erratic British summers, Dad swearing at a barbecue that he couldn't put together, and eventually eating charred sausages, feeling brilliant.”
“India has known the innocence and insouciance of childhood, the passion and abandon of youth, and the ripe wisdom of maturity that comes from long experience of pain and pleasure; and over and over a gain she has renewed her childhood and youth and age”
“You can never go home again, but the truth is you can never leave home, so it's all right.”
“What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whit- man, for I walked down the sidestreets under the trees with a headache self-conscious looking at the full moon. In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went into the neon fruit supermarket, dreaming of your enumerations!”
“For every Southern boy fourteen years old, not once but whenever he wants it, there is the instant when it's still not yet two o'clock on that July afternoon in 1863...”
“I used to drink from my little sister’s bottle when she was a baby.”
“Given that we can live only a small part of what there is in us -- what happens with the rest?”
“The heart, like the mind, has a memory. And in it are kept the most precious keepsakes.”
“My father's father came from Russia; my mother came from Romania.”
“Memory does not make films, it makes photographs.”
“Madam President, speaking here in Dublin Castle it is impossible to ignore the weight of history, as it was yesterday when you and I laid wreaths at the Garden of Remembrance.”