Vera Lynn Quotes

Nostalgia is not what it used to be.

Nostalgia isn't what it used to be.

Nostalgia is a powerful feeling; it can drown out anything.

The things which the child loves remain in the domain of the heart until old age. The most beautiful thing in life is that our souls remain hovering over the places where we once enjoyed ourselves. I am one of those who remembers those places regardless of distance or time.

Nostalgia is, 'Hey, remember the other mall that used to be there?'

Nostalgia often leads to idle speculation.

I went through a phase where I thought nostalgia was a bad thing.

Nostalgia is a very human trait.

I always find that nostalgia is sort of like memory without the pain. And that's why it feels so good to kind of bask in that, and I think it can be deceptively comforting.

Nostalgic myself, I am a sucker for other men's nostalgia.

Still are the thoughts to memory dear.

How can my old photographs fail to create in me a feeling of emptiness and sorrow? They make me acutely aware that this second deprivation will be final this time.

Then I turned the page and at the top it said THINGS I MISS ABOUT M and there was a list of 15 things, and the first was THE WAY HE HOLDS THINGS. I did not understand how you can miss the way somebody holds things.

As soon as a man recognizes that he has drifted into age, he gets reminiscent. He wants to talk and talk; and not about the present or the future, but about his old times. For there is where the pathos of his life lies - and the charm of it. The pathos of it is there because it was opulent with treasures that are gone, and the charm of it is in casting them up from the musty ledgers and remembering how rich and gracious they were.

Certainly it is one of our sweetest experiences that when we are touched by some noble affection or pure joy, we remember the dead most tenderly, and feel more powerfully drawn to them.

Now nearly all those I loved and did not understand when I was young are dead, but I still reach out to them.

By means of an image we are often able to hold on to our lost belongings. But it is the desperateness of losing which picks the flowers of memory, binds the bouquet.

When I dig back through memory cells, I get one particularly distinctive feeling-and that's one of warmth, comfort and well-being. For whatever else I may have had, or lost, or will find-I've still got a hometown. This, nobody's gonna take away from me.

I love people, but I love the thought and memory of them just as much.

Remembrance is to the heart what water is to the fish. And what is the state of a fish that leaves water?

Springfield has always had a place in my heart.

I am delighted to be back home in Galway, the place I first came to as a 19-year-old in 1960. It's here where my heart is and will forever be.

I would love to re-visit Darla. I miss her. I really do.

The things we truly love stay with us always, locked in our hearts as long as life remains.

A lot of the reasons why something is a favorite thing are all things you don't necessarily see, the place, the people, the time, where you are, what it meant to you at the time.