Nostalgia Quotes


Time was passing like a hand waving from a train I wanted to be on.
I hope you never have to think about anything as much as I think about you.

Desperate    Life    Losing    Love    Nostalgia    Pain    Regret    Solitude

The past is a candle at great distance: too close to let you quit, too far to comfort you.

Away

Amy Bloom (Author)

Away

The Greek word for "return" is nostos. Algos means "suffering." So nostalgia is the suffering caused by an unappeased yearning to return.

Ignorance

Milan Kundera

Ignorance

It is strange how we hold on to the pieces of the past while we wait for our futures.

Matched

Ally Condie

Matched

There is no greater sorrow
Than to recall a happy time
When miserable.

Remembrance of things past is not necessarily the remembrance of things as they were.

We are homesick most for the places we have never known.

There comes a time in your life when you have to choose to turn the page, write another book or simply close it.

Beliefs    Books    Boyfriend    Choices    Faith    Family    Friendships    Girlfriend    Hang ups    In love    Life    Love    Marriage    Memories    Moving on    Nostalgia    Obsessions    Peace    Relationships    Religion    Sister in laws    Sisters    Spouse    Unrequited love    Wife    Writing

It is an illusion that youth is happy, an illusion of those who have lost it; but the young know they are wretched for they are full of the truthless ideal which have been instilled into them, and each time they come in contact with the real, they are bruised and wounded. It looks as if they were victims of a conspiracy; for the books they read, ideal by the necessity of selection, and the conversation of their elders, who look back upon the past through a rosy haze of forgetfulness, prepare them for an unreal life. They must discover for themselves that all they have read and all they have been told are lies, lies, lies; and each discovery is another nail driven into the body on the cross of life.

Of Human Bondage

W. Somerset Maugham

Of Human Bondage
Happiness    Ideals    Nostalgia    Real    Truth    Youth

Every act of rebellion expresses a nostalgia for innocence and an appeal to the essence of being.

L'homme révolté

Albert Camus

L'homme révolté

I have always been a reader; I have read at every stage of my life, and there has never been a time when reading was not my greatest joy. And yet I cannot pretend that the reading I have done in my adult years matches in its impact on my soul the reading I did as a child. I still believe in stories. I still forget myself when I am in the middle of a good book. Yet it is not the same. Books are, for me, it must be said, the most important thing; what I cannot forget is that there was a time when they were at once more banal and more essential than that. When I was a child, books were everything. And so there is in me, always, a nostalgic yearning for the lost pleasure of books. It is not a yearning that one ever expects to be fulfilled.

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

What you end up remembering isn't always the same as what you have witnessed.

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

Friendly Fire: Stories

أحمد خالد توفيق

Friendly Fire: Stories

His talent was as natural as the pattern that was made by the dust on a butterfly's wings. At one time he understood it no more than the butterfly did and he did not know when it was brushed or marred. Later he became conscious of his damaged wings and of their construction and he learned to think and could not fly any more because the love of flight was gone and he could only remember when it had been effortless.

Age    Flight    Life    Loss    Nostalgia

Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the truth, maybe I didn't want things to turn abstract, but I felt I should say it, because this was the moment to say it, because it suddenly dawned on me that this was why I had come, to tell him 'You are the only person I'd like to say goodbye to when I die, because only then will this thing I call my life make any sense. And if I should hear that you died, my life as I know it, the me who is speaking with you now, will cease to exist.

Nostalgia in reverse, the longing for yet another strange land, grew especially strong in spring.

Mary

Vladimir Nabokov

Mary
Craving    Desire    Life    Nostalgia    Seasons    Spring    Wanderlust

how sad and bad and mad it was - but then, how it was sweet

I don’t have a photograph, but you can have my footprints. They’re upstairs in my socks.

These fragments I have shored against my ruins

Age    Aging    Fall    Nostalgia    Past

The times you lived through, the people you shared those times with — nothing brings it all to life like an old mix tape. It does a better job of storing up memories than actual brain tissue can do. Every mix tape tells a story. Put them together, and they can add up to the story of a life.

Life    Music    Nostalgia

Real museums are places where Time is transformed into Space.

Collecting    Love    Museum    Nostalgia    Space    Time

Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar...

The Sound and the Fury

William Faulkner

The Sound and the Fury

How could she feel nostalgia when he was right in front of her? How can you suffer from the absence of a person who is present?
You can suffer nostalgia in the presence of the beloved if you glimpse a future where the beloved is no more

Identity

Milan Kundera

Identity

I'd trade all my tomorrows for one single yesterday.

You can go other places, all right - you can live on the other side of the world, but you can't ever leave home

The Mermaid Chair

Sue Monk Kidd

The Mermaid Chair

when we were kids
laying around the lawn
on our
bellies

we often talked
about
how
we'd like to
die

and
we all
agreed on the
same
thing;

we'd all
like to die
fucking

(although
none of us
had
done any
fucking)

and now
that
we are hardly
kids
any longer

we think more
about
how
not to
die

and
although
we're
ready

most of
us
would
prefer to
do it
alone

under the
sheets

now
that

most of
us

have fucked
our lives
away.

Adulthood    Bukowski    Death    Die    Growing up    Kids    Life    Love    Nostalgia    Poem    Poetry    Sex

Memory believes before knowing remembers.
[Light in August]

Light in August

William Faulkner

Light in August

When you start thinking about what your life was like 10 years ago--and not in general terms, but in highly specific detail--it's disturbing to realize how certain elements of your being are completely dead. They die long before you do. It's astonishing to consider all the things from your past that used to happen all the time but (a) never happen anymore, and (b) never even cross your mind. It's almost like those things didn't happen. Or maybe it seems like they just happened to someone else. To someone you don't really know. To someone you just hung out with for one night, and now you can't even remember her name.

There is something incredibly nostalgic and significant about the annual cascade of autumn leaves.

Over the years I'd lodged him in the permanent past, my pluperfect lover, put him on ice, stuffed him with memories and mothballs like a hunted ornament confabulating with the ghost of all my evenings. I'd dust him off from time to time and then put him back on the mantelpiece. He no longer belonged to earth or to life. All I was likely to discover at this point wasn't just how distant were the paths we'd taken, it was the measure of loss that was going to strike me--a loss I didn't mind thinking about in abstract terms but which would hurt when stared at in the face, the way nostalgia hurts long after we've stopped thinking of things we lost and may never have cared for.

when we were kids
laying around the lawn
on our
bellies

we often talked
about
how
we'd like to
die

and
we all
agreed on the
same
thing;

we'd all
like to die
fucking

(although
none of us
had
done any
fucking)

and now
that
we are hardly
kids
any longer

we think more
about
how
not to
die

and
although
we're
ready

most of
us
would
prefer to
do it
alone

under the
sheets

now
that

most of
us

have fucked
our lives
away.

Adulthood    Bukowski    Death    Die    Growing up    Kids    Life    Love    Nostalgia    Poem    Poetry    Sex

Ten long trips around the sun since I last saw that smile, but only joy and thankfulness that on a tiny world in the vastness, for a couple of moments in the immensity of time, we were one.

Ann druyan    Appreciation    Carl sagan    Life    Loss    Love    Memory    Nostalgia    Remember

Nostalgia is a necessary thing, I believe, and a way for all of us to find peace in that which we have accomplished, or even failed to accomplish. At the same time, if nostalgia precipitates actions to return to that fabled, rosy-painted time, particularly in one who believes his life to be a failure, then it is an empty thing, doomed to produce nothing but frustration and an even greater sense of failure.

Streams of Silver

R.A. Salvatore

Streams of Silver
Accomplished    Actions    Fables    Failure    Frustration    Necessary    Nostalgia    Peace    Time

There are a few moments in your life when you are truly and completely happy, and you remember to give thanks. Even as it happens you are nostalgic for the moment, you are tucking it away in your scrapbook.

Our plans for the future made us laugh and feel close, but those same plans somehow made anything more than temporary between us seem impossible. It was the first time I’d ever had the feeling of missing someone I was still with.

Câţiva centimetri, câţiva ani, câteva mii de lei in plus, câteva cărţi citite în plus, mă rog, lucruri de felul ăsta despart oamenii...

Philosophy is really nostalgia, the desire to be at home.

Looking at the elementary schoolers in their colorful T-shirts from various day camps, Percy felt a twinge of sadness. He should be at Camp Half-Blood right now, settling into his cabin for the summer, teaching sword-fighting lessons in the arena, playing pranks on the other counselors. These kids had no idea just how crazy a summer camp could be.

One is always at home in one's past...

Speak, Memory

Vladimir Nabokov

Speak, Memory

I sometimes seem to myself to wander around the world merely accumulating material for future nostalgias.

That's most interesting. But I was no more a mind-reader then than today. I
was weeping for an altogether different reason. When I watched you dancing that day, I saw something else. I saw a new world coming rapidly. More
scientific, efficient, yes. More cures for the old sicknesses. Very good. But a
harsh, cruel world. And I saw a little girl, her eyes tightly closed, holding to her breast the old kind world, one that she knew in her heart could not
remain, and she was holding it and pleading, never to let her go. That is what I saw. It wasn't really you, what you were doing, I know that. But I saw you and it broke my heart. And I've never forgotten.

Never Let Me Go

Ishiguro Kazuo

Never Let Me Go
Children    Coldness    Cruelty    Dancing    Future    Heartbreak    Innocence    Life    Melancholy    Nostalgia    Sadness

Everyone has two memories. The one you can tell and the one that is stuck to the underside of that, the dark, tarry smear of what happened.

Away

Amy Bloom (Author)

Away

It shocks me how I wish for...what is lost and cannot come back.

When people talk about the good old days, I say to people, 'It's not the days that are old, it's you that's old.' I hate the good old days. What is important is that today is good.

Age    Nostalgia    Trends

The 'what should be' never did exist, but people keep trying to live up to it. There is no 'what should be,' there is only what is.

Strange, how the best moments of our lives we scarcely notice except in looking back.

Red Country

Joe Abercrombie

Red Country

I know what it feels like, and it sucks, it really does, when you are up in the middle of the night thinking about the things that you've suddenly became aware of. The things you're missing out on right now, and all the people who are not close to you anymore, and all of the good times that will never happen again, and all the people who have meant the world to you who have forgotten about you forever, and you get this awful feeling that's kind of like a mix between loneliness and nostalgia.

This is what I want. I want people to take care of me. I want them to force comfort upon me. I want the soft-pillow feeling that I associate with memories of being ill when I was younger, soft pillows and fresh linens and satin-edged blankets and hot chocolate. It's not so much the comfort itself as knowing there's someone who wants to take care of you.

Childhood    Comfort    Family    Love    Nostalgia    Wistful

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