37 Quotes About Nostalgic

I breathe in.. The sights and smells Of this city I’ve come to know.. So well I gaze.. Across the turquoise ocean Where the waves Liberate my spirit.. From its shell I breathe in.. The brilliant sky line Where the birds Emerge shyly From the dappled sunshine I breathe in.. The gently.. Blowing winds That soothe me Like a mother, around her child I breathe in.. The sounds of laughter Pure and pretty Like the golden-green butterfly I’m always after I breathe in.. The closeness, I have always shared With people, Who almost knew me, Almost cared I breathe in.. The comfort Of my home, The safe walls, The scents of childhood On the pillows I breathe in..the silence Of my own heart Aching with tenderness.. With memories. Of home I breathe.. in.. The fragrance Of love, and moist sand The one.. His roses left.. On both my hands And I just keep on breathing Every moment As much as I can Preserving it, in my body For the day It can’t So I breathe in. Once again. Feeling life's energy Fizzing through my cells Never knowing What awaits me Or what's going to happen to me. Next I breathe in This moment.. Knowing it's either life Or it's death I close my eyes, And breathe in Just believing in myself. Sanober Khan

A strange breeze rustled through the clearing, temporarily overpowering the stink of trash and murk. It brought the smell of berries and wildflowers and clean rainwater, things that might've once been in these woods. Suddenly I was nostalgic for something I'd never knew. Rick Riordan

Nostalgia can be more painful than a surgeon's knife. Anurag Shourie

This empty shell holds nothing but the echoes of what was. Jenim Dibie

We always knewthat good times camewith termination contractseven if we weren't quite readyto sign it. Sanober Khan

How promising today's generation is. They can whip out their cellular phones like sheep, instantly take a million digital photos of their cat and then just delete them. But I'd like to see these kids try to artfully use a traditional film camera or make a super 8 home movie. Traditional film takes integrity, nostalgia, effort, patience and imagination - things that the 21st century has very little of. Everything these days, even a superior medium like film photography with an extensively vivid history and an iconic meaning, is becoming disposable in this age. Rebecca McNutt

I remember things like dates down to minutes, what they smelled like, how they walked and how they tug their hands in their pockets. I twine myself in nostalgia of moments and not necessarily the people in them. I long for the idea of the past and occasionally forget the present. I find myself lost in memories, just looking to recreate the moment; forgetting the past is in the past and what we have is now. . Dominic Riccitello

Growing up, I always had a soldier mentality. As a kid I wanted to be a soldier, a fighter pilot, a covert agent, professions that require a great deal of bravery and risk and putting oneself in grave danger in order to complete the mission. Even though I did not become all those things, and unless my predisposition, in its youngest years, already had me leaning towards them, the interest that was there still shaped my philosophies. To this day I honor risk and sacrifice for the good of others - my views on life and love are heavily influenced by this. . Criss Jami

Nostalgia is an illness for those who haven't realized that todayis tomorrow's nostalgia. Zeena Schreck

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

Alford, Massachusetts: Mandy stood there with her old Nikon film camera, snapping photo after photo of the rural landscape. It was difficult to describe the wonderful feeling of there not being a single cell phone in sight; the only modern technology around was the faint blue glow of a cathode ray tube television in the window of a nearby house, and a few cars and trucks parked in crumbling gravel driveways. She was allowed to see this place, one that would likely be ruined by the 21st century as time went on… places like these were extremely hard to find these days. A world of wood-burning cookstoves and the waxy smell of Paraffin, laundry hung out to dry, rusty steel bridges over streams that reflected the bright blue skies, apple pies left out on windowsills… a world of hard work with very little to show for it aside from the sunlight beaming down on a proud community. And Mandy wanted to trap it all in her Kodak film rolls and rescue it from the future. Rebecca McNutt

We were poor back then. Not living in a cardboard carton poor, not “we might have to eat the dog” poor, but still poor. Poor like, no insurance poor, and going to McDonald's was a really big excitement poor, wearing socks for gloves in the winter poor, and collecting nickels and dimes from the washing machine because she never got allowance, that kind of poor… poor enough to be nostalgic about poverty. So, when my mom and dad took me here for my tenth birthday, it was a really big deal. They’d saved up for two months to take me to the photography store and they bought me a Kodak Instamatic film camera… I really miss those days, because we were still a real family back then… this mall doesn’t even have a film photography store anymore, just a cell phone and digital camera store, it’s depressing… . Rebecca McNutt

Nostalgia"How often we use this word reminiscing about the past - our childhood, school days, college days. We feel nostalgic, we dwell in the memories of the past, we talk about how great those days were and how we would do anything to just go back in time and live those days again. Perhaps we fail to realize the fact that tomorrow we will say the same things about today, about the days we are living in now, about the emotions we are feeling now, about the time we are spending now. I love this day. I love this weird feeling I feel today. I belong here. Sanhita Baruah

He gazed up at the blue sky and knew that heaven–at least in this life–was neither a time nor a placeto be grasped and made into a possession. It came in fleeting moments and then went away again toleave one nostalgic and yearning and on the verge of tears. Very much on the verge of tears. And very frightened. Mary Balogh

Sinto que há uma estranha eternidade naquilo que amámos e foi destruído.( I feel that there lies a strange eternity in that which we loved but has been destroyed.) Al Berto

If it was time that made me lost what we were, then i hate time... Unknown

… and now and then we could look up and give each other a thought, because I think he could have beautiful thoughts, and we could just let each other be less lonely in our loneliness. Charlotte Eriksson

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

She used to wander through the past as often as it beckoned her, bemoaning the loss of nostalgia. Then, for a while, she turned from it, blissfully free of its noxious clutch, and now it's back, taunting her with what she left behind, knowing she can never recapture what's gone. Donna Lynn Hope

Why could this darkness rip the gloominess around me Had an unknown reason of being fearful for so long Thinking, if its touched by these horrendous winds Will unleash my sorrowful side & my mood swings! Aesthetically pleasing it is now, Couldn't yearn for it to be any better This oasis of serenity though, I trust will cast away all my darkness & dust! Shumila Shah

Nos·tal·gia (n):A feeling that lingers long after the taste is gone. Jenim Dibie

Nostalgia dies in the pit of my throat from lack of exercise and I buried the word six feet under the pronunciation of hopeful tomorrows. Taylor Patton

For those memories are nowjust like these little kittens I hold in my handsthose can be kissedand treasuredbut not held too tightly. Sanober Khan

Songs are memories... Either u smile or get a tear in your eyes.. Honeya

It was Christmas night in the Castle of the Forest Sauvage, and all around length. It hung on the boughs of the forest trees in rounded lumps, even better than apple-blossom, and occasionally slid off the roofs of the village when it saw the chance of falling on some amusing character and giving pleasure to all. The boys made snowballs with it, but never put stones in them to hurt each other, and the dogs, when they were taken out to scombre, bit it and rolled in it, and looked surprised but delighted when they vanished into the bigger drifts. There was skating on the moat, which roared with the gliding bones which they used for skates, while hot chestnuts and spiced mead were served on the bank to all and sundry. The owls hooted. The cooks put out plenty of crumbs for the small birds. The villagers brought out their red mufflers. Sir Ector’s face shone redder even than these. And reddest of all shone the cottage fires down the main street of an evening, . T.h. White

I'm again a twelve-year old dreamer, a girl fascinated by an ancient piano and with Rona Lubliner's fingers. Victoria Avilan

Some stories are rooted in adventure, some in strife. Others are born of the heart, and the horrors and the joys locked therein are often immeasurable, and make us truly wonder what became of those children we once were. David E. Hilton

I love how summer just wraps it’s arms around you like a warm blanket. Kellie Elmore

The idea that she would leave all of this - the rooms of the house once more familiar and warm and comforting - and go back to Brooklyn and not return for a long time again frightened her now. She knew as she sat on the edge of the bed and took her shoes off and then lay back with her arms behind her head that she had spent every day putting off all thought of her departure and what she would meet on her arrival. Unknown

Nostalgia. It haunts us, it destroys us, and sometimes, its sentimentality consumes us piece by piece so that we may realize our once-familiar circumstance may never again return. It is a state of mind best indulged infrequently. Bryant A. Loney

I'm nostalgic for a better tomorrow. Brian Spellman

We were together. I forget the rest. Walt Whitman

Too much time will do that to you. Blur the edges between your memories and your imagination until everything feels like something you saw in a movie instead of your life. Kami Garcia

In town, there's a tiny beach that's never busy, not even in the summer. I used to like walking there, looking for stuff. Like old fireworks. Or kelp. A hat knocked off someone's head by the wind. You basically never find what you were expecting to. And maybe you weren't expecting to find anything right from the start... Inio Asano

It’s amusing how we can sometimes hardly remember our first meetings with the most important people in our lives. Where, how, when we first met becomes all a blur. Somewhere along the way, we realize we have become so emotionally tethered to one another that the moment we first met does not matter. Life before meeting them ceases to exist. Priyanka Naik