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?

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...

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

What seems real one moment is fiction the nextand gone out of existence the moment after that.Nostalgia is the greatest enemy of truth,and change our only constancy.

I skimmed the pond scum with a spoon like broth in a soup bowl. Why does everything have to remind me of her?

I don’t like being with grown-up people. I’ve known that a long time. I don’t like it because I don’t know how to get on with them.

People leave traces of themselves where they feel most comfortable, most worthwhile.

Pourquoi nier l’évidente nécessité de la mémoire?

It’s not like I’m all into nostalgia and history, it’s just that I can’t stand the way things are now

It struck her how sad it was that all of them had grown up on top of one another like small animals in a too-small cage, and now would simply scatter. And that would be...

Though why should we expect age to mellow us? If it isn’t life’s business to reward merit, why should it be life’s business to give us warm, comfortable feelings towards its end? What possible evolutionary...

Pearl JAM! Pearl JAM! Now this is rock and roll! Jeremy’s SPO-ken! But he’s still al-LIIIIIVE!

I have a preference for film just because of the familiarity. It’s what I know, and I sort of have nostalgia for it.

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...

She should have died on that day. Perhaps, in a way, she had.

I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt so wrapped up in someone that I saw only him, caring not a jot what onlookers might think. I ached with nostalgia for a younger, more responsive...

Oh, Starbuck! it is a mild, mild wind, and a mild looking sky. On such a day – very much such a sweetness as this – I struck my first whale – a boy-harpooneer of...

How did he get here? What drew him back? Easy answer: the monkey bars. Not-so-easy answer. . . . What took him away in the first place? Gyroscopic deflections are only partly to blame. Who...

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...

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...

…quando perdi qualcuno e questo qualcuno ti manca, tu soffri perché la persona assente si è trasformata in un essere immaginario: irreale. Ma il tuo desiderio di lei non è immaginario. Così è a quello...

One may escape from the prisons of experience, ideology or philosophy, but it is impossible to escape from the reality of one’s innermost self. Understanding this, I had freed myself from nostalgia, and having done...

Apocalyptic saucer cults have started to spring up all over America. One small group, which has been receiving messages from outer space via Lake City housewife Mrs. Marian Keech, becomes the subject of a research...

And perhaps we have reason to be very grateful that, both as children and long afterwards, we are never allowed to guess how the absorbing pursuit of the moment will appear, not only to others,...

Children are still the way you were as a child, sad and happy in just the same way–and if you think of your childhood, you once again live among them, among the solitary children.

The only way to fight nostalgia is to listen to somebody else’s nostalgia

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 wonder what it felt to move to a country where you didn’t grow up. I had thought about that often since my sister got married. Do you become a character in a story native...

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...

El exiliado mira hacia el pasado, lamiéndose las heridas; el inmigrantemira hacia el futuro, dispuesto a aprovechar las oportunidades a su alcance.

It’s amazing how nostalgia filters out the bad and focuses only on the good.

The only thing I have left to remember her by is the scent of her perfume. I just broke into her car and stole the bottle.

Siempre es levemente siniestro volver a los lugares que han sido testigos de un instante de perfección

In that moment I understood what they say about nostalgia, that no matter if you’re thinking something good or bad, it always leaves you a little emptier afterward.

When nothing else subsists from the past, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered…the smell and taste of things remain poised a long time, like souls…bearing resiliently, on tiny and...

We should have taken our chances back then, when we were young and beautiful and didn’t even know it.

Ludwik Szatera was a passionate lover of nostalgia. He could never come to terms with the eternal passage of men, objects and events. Each moment inexorably turning into the past was to him precious, invaluable,...

PatriotismBreathes there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, ‘This is my own, my native land!’ Whose heart hath ne’er within him burn’d As home his footsteps he hath turn’dFrom...

photographs are very interesting, and you can look into them a million times and still find a new meaning in them, something in the past that was caught in the film itself…

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

I became quietly seized with that nostalgia that overcomes you when you have reached the middle of your life and your father has recently died and it dawns on you that when he went he...

Reading all my old love letters was disorienting. You remember thinking the thoughts and writing the words but, man, you can’t TOUCH those feelings. Its like they belonged to someone else. Someone you don’t even...

If the Holy Communion touched my teeth, I thought that was a mortal sin

I drank her essence, and it’s like she never existed and now I’m thirsty again. Let this be a lesson in love.

Fyodor Pavlovitch was drunk when he heard of his wife’s death, and the story is that he ran out into the street and began shouting with joy, raising his hands to Heaven: “Lord, now lettest...

Writing from memory like this, I often feel a pang of dread. What if I’ve forgotten the most important thing? What if somewhere inside me there is a dark limbo where all the the truly...

You are the sun before risethe sun before setthe moon before lightthe sea before shoreflower before floresome before thingYou are everything

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