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?

Why was everyone so interested in her now? When it was too late to change anything? What was the point?

I couldn’t understand how boldness and sorrow, how you’re so hard and do you really care for me? could be so thoroughly bound together. Nor could I begin to fathom how someone so seemingly vulnerable,...

how I wish I could fist a bit of old-fashioned beef in the fore-castle, as I used to when i was before the mast.

It’s the problem in seeing too much of the world. In loving too much of it. You can only live in one place at a time. And eventually, you pick your spot, and the memories...

I possess an object that reminds me of your stepdad’s bowel movements. It’s brown and squishy and smells like yesterday.

Perhaps a creature of so much ingenuity and deep memory is almost bound to grow alienated from his world, his fellows, and the objects around him. He suffers from a nostalgia for which there is...

Jeeter?” Grace whispered into her walkie-talkie. “Are you awake?” She waited.A few weeks ago, she and Jeeter had started chatting on their walkie-talkies late at night when she couldn’t sleep. He always answered her call...

And yet, it was still a performance. Odin and I both knew it. It was a kind of play, a dream of how things might have been if he and I had been capable of...

Television hols up a mirror to the true nature of family life today. For the first time people see themselves reflected and refracted within its curved glass screen: helping them to define who the are...

It may be that writers in my position,exiles, or emigrants or expatriates, are haunted by some sense of loss, some urge to reclaim, to look back, even at the risk of being mutilated into pillars...

There is no cause for nostalgia save the good and life-enhancing nostalgia for the present.

…TV was entertainment of the last resort. There was nothing on during the day in the summer other than game shows and soap operas. Besides, a TV-watching child was considered available for chores: take out...

For they might be parted for hundreds of years, she and Peter; she never wrote a letter and his were dry sticks; but suddenly it would come over her, If he were with me now...

The past is for learning from and letting go. You can’t revisit it. It vanishes.

There is no greater sorrowThan to recall a happy timeWhen miserable.

Más o menos cada diez años echo una mirada hacia el pasado y puedo ver el mapa de mi viaje, si es que esopuede llamarse un mapa; parece más bien un plato de tallarines. Si...

My nostrils smell, but not to you. Oh, they have no odor, unless you count the scent of nostalgia, which is what they always smell like.

In her final years she would still recall the trip that, with the perverse lucidity of nostalgia, became more and more recent in her memory.

Ero felice, non ci si accorge mai di esserlo e mi chiesi perché l’assimilazione di un sentimento così benevolo ci trovi sempre impreparati, sbadati, tanto che conosciamo solo la nostalgia della felicità, o la sua...

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

I know what it’s like to be in one place and dream of another. I also know what it’s like to feel that nostalgia is a fairly useless thing because it is stasis.

I miss it every minute, and I have no wish at all to go back.

Every cure for nostalgia is obsolete.

NOSTALGI = TRANSENDENSINostalgi sama dengan transendensi betul, ini permainan kata lagi-lagi kata asing tapi apa sih yang tidak asing tapi itu hanya ilusi kembali pada nostalgi berarti kehilangan yang dulu-dulu dibayangkan hanya tidak mencekam lagi,...

I’ll remember you… I remember everyone I’ve lost.

One is always at home in one’s past…

A part of my appreciation for the good which moments bring has come from awareness and recognition. But it has also come from a correspnding sadness which arises from their passing. When something that can...

In every age “the good old days” were a myth. No one ever thought they were good at the time. For every age has consisted of crises that seemed intolerable to the people who lived...

I have no nostalgia for the location whatsoever. I appreciate what Hilly did. It’s about his policy. It’s about those creative business decisions that he made. It’s not about the building.

She had forgotten his faults as we forgetthe sorrows of our departed childhood.

The past must remain tangible only from a distance and in its truest form, not appearing anymore precious than it was, lest it make the present unbearable. Memories are only for reminding which must never...

I’m your phantom dance partner. I’m your shadow. I’m not anything more.

If I could show you what’s in my heart; I am very certain that you wouldn’t mind. Letting go and holding on is what I am trying to do, I pray you are not feeling...

In theory momentos serve to bring back the moment. In fact they serve only to make clear how inadequately I appreciated the moment when it was here. How inadequately I appreciated the moment when it...

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

You may say, But wasn’t this the Sixties? Yes, but only for some people, only in certain parts of the country.

tenho saudades de casa, do meu universo de referências, que por estas terras não as há ou não consigo encontrá-las. Provavelmente quando voltar, depressa terei vontade de voltar a seguir viagem e lá continuarei a...

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

Well Sarah’s on drugs again and that’s why she did it in Mario’s backseat, but now she might be pregnant, oh, and that messed-up Seth kid’s been cutting himself again so he was sent away...

(…) El arte necesita nostalgia. No se puede ser artista si no se ha perdido algo.

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....

The verbal patterns and the patterns of behavior we present to children in these lighthearted confections are likely to influence them for the rest of their lives. These aesthetic impressions, just like the moral teachings...

Despite your best efforts and intentions, there’s a limited reservoir to fellowship before you begin to rely solely on the vapors of nostalgia. Eventually, you move on, latch on to another group of friends. Once...

We all leave behind bits of loose thread. Old operations, old enemies. They pull at you, like memories of old lovers.

Upstairs, in the cupboard, he had a box of things he had saved as a boy and a young man. He hadn’t looked into it in twenty years or more. Nothing fancy or valuable, but...

I nodded, trying to imagine the very particular sadness of a vanished childhood yogurt now found only in France. It was a very special sort of sadness, individual, and in its inability to induce sympathy,...

…the nostalgia for things that weren’t yet lost.

Whether the Eisenhower administration has underestimated the American people’s interest in space exploration or Truman never full appreciated MacArthur, the Soviet Union’s Sputnik program has created a public spectacle that even Disney and von Braun...