O for those days when these tired metaphors were teenagers too, when it was still possible to recite ‘Daffodils’ and feel thrilled as you gazed at the golden laburnum in bloom. Recognising clichés is a...

Have you ever been homesick for someplace that doesn’tactually exist anymore? Someplace that exists only in yourmind?

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

Anyway, those things would not have lasted long.The experience of the years shows it to me.But Destiny arrived in some haste and stopped them.The beautiful life was brief.But how potent were the perfumes,On how splendid...

Nostalgia is a seductive liar.

Haven’t you noticed, too, on the part of nearly everyone you know, a growing rebellion against the present? And an increasing longing for the past? I have. Never before in all my long life have...

That night I looked up at those same stars, but I didn’t want any of those things. I didn’t want Egypt, or France, or far-flung destinations. I just wanted to go back to my life...

The glories of the past compensated for the imperfections of the present.

Hey presto: time travel. You don’t need a time machine, it turns out, you just need a friend to laugh like a teenager. Chronology shivers.

Se puede ampliar el presente tanto como quiera, o lanzarse vertiginosamente hacia el futuro, o dar marcha atrás que es lo más peligroso porque ahí están los recuerdos, todos los recuerdos, los buenos, los regulares,...

He looked at me, that first day, like he had just found something he’d lost a thousand years ago.

Gonzaga was the kind of place you’d not even think about loving until you’d left it for a couple of years.

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…

We make, see, and love films, not digitals. To convert all of our movies, home videos, theaters, photographs and television to digital would be like telling a painter to throw away his brushes and canvas...

Why could this darkness rip the gloominess around meHad an unknown reason of being fearful for so longThinking, if its touched by these horrendous windsWill unleash my sorrowful side & my mood swings!Aesthetically pleasing it...

We seem to be going through a period of nostalgia, and everyone seems to think yesterday was better than today. I don’t think it was, and I would advise you not to wait ten years...

When I was a kid, they had a saying, ‘to err is human but to really fuck it up takes a computer.’

You scour these Chinatowns of the mind, translating themlike sutras Xuan Zhang fetched from India, testing waysreturn might be possible against these homesick inventions, trace the traveller’s alien steps across borders, and in between discover...

I had this dream about you last night. We were still married. I was giving you a haircut, like I always did, being careful to trim around the scar on the back of your head....

I remember my first cell phone number still. I may call it and ask to speak to myself from eight years ago. If they say I have the wrong number I’ll tell them, No, right...

Cabel felt the familiar nostalgic excitement of the endless possibilities encapsulated in a summers’ night at Silver Beach. He smiled at himself as a boy and, more ruefully, at the man who now stood on...

This empty kitchen’s whereI’d while away the hoursJust next to my old chairYou’d usually have some flowersThe shelves of booksEven the picture hooksEverything is goneBut my heart is hanging onIf this old neighborhoodSurvived us both...

Each night I lie down in a graveyard of memories.

We drove down Corydon avenue towards my mother’s apartment. How are you doing, she asked me? Fine, fine, I said. I wanted to tell her that I felt I was dying from rage and that...

The path of memory is neither straight or safe, and we travel down it at our risk.

I get sentimental over the music of the ’90s. Deplorable, really. But I love it all. As far as I’m concerned the ’90s was the best era for music ever, even the stuff that I...

Memory takes a lot of poetic licence. It omits some details; others are exaggerated, according to the emotional value of the articles it touches, for memory is seated predominantly in the heart. The interior is...

A picture’s worth a thousand words. But a single word can make you think of over a thousand pictures in your mind, over a thousand moments, a thousand memories.

Kodachrome… it gives us those nice, bright colors,gives us the greens of summers,makes ya think all the world’s a sunny day,Oh yeah!I’ve got a Nikon camera, I’d love to take a photograph,so mama don’t take…my...

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

La lógica se negaba a estar con él para explicarle que no la estaba perdiendo para siempre, que las separaciones fortalecen, que antes había podido vivir solo, que no se moriría por más que se...

Uma vez eu conheci uma garota, ela guardava neve na geladeira para não estragar.

Peter is suffering from an attack of nostalgia, she knows the symptoms. She mustn’t join in otherwise she’ll be swept away too, drowning in a quicksand of the past.

There are so few people left alive from back then, you may as well be talking to them about the Black Death. Nobody recalls the shite in the 30s and that were fucking horrible. For...

Preparing to go to school was like getting ready for extended deep sea diving.

I’ve always had a talent for recognizing when I am in a moment worth being nostalgic for. When I was little, my mother would come home from a party, her hair cool from the wind,...

Tri godine trajao je period pretvaranja u kanadskoga drzavljanina. To je vrijeme po misljenju tamosnjih vlasti dovoljno da covjek zaboravi na sve razloge koji ga vuku kuci i da prihvati kako kuca vise ne postoji...

The existence of flying saucers is unlikely to be verified by an accumulation of facts and figures, dates and times, which, if anything, tend to dull and distract the creative intelligence, obscuring more than they...

Some of my relatives held on to imagined memories the way homeless people hold onto lottery tickets. Nostalgia was their crack cocaine, if you will, and my childhood was littered with the consequences of their...

The campus, an academy of trees,under which some hand, the wind’s I guess,had scattered the pale lightof thousands of spring beauties,petals stained with pink veins;secret, blooming for themselves.We sat among them.Your long fingers, thin body,and...

Quien de verdad quiera conservar en la memoria lo sucedido, no debe entregarse a los recuerdos. El recuerdo humano es un proceso demasiado agradable como para retener el pasado; es lo contrario de lo que...

Have you ever noticed how as an adult, all the bright colors go out of your life? Now that I’m not a kid anymore, things always look gray, like a clothesline draped with laundry that’s...

I felt a pang — a strange and inexplicable pang that I had never felt before. It was homesickness. Now, even more than I had earlier when I’d first glimpsed it, I longed to be...

There is a stage you reach, Deagle thinks, a time somewhere in early middle age, when your past ceases to be about yourself. Your connection to your former life is like a dream or delirium,...

And she had been in love enough times to rule out the possibility that this was merely some feat of nostalgia.

Nostalgia, more than anything, gives us the shudder of our own imperfection. This is why with Chopin we feel so little like gods.

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

The abbreviated exam week meant that Wednesday was the last day of school for us. And all day long, it was hard not to walk around, thinking about the lastness of it all.

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

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