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.

Din splendorile cafelei de odineoară, neschimbat rămăsese doar mangalul.

I never felt so large and important as I did when being in love was everything. I saw you walking a foot above the earth and I remembered that was where I used to walk.

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

People say that a time machine can’t be invented, but they’ve already invented a device that can stop time, cameras are the world’s first time machines.

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

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.

I could take a walk with my wife and try to explain the ghosts I can’t stop speaking to. Or I could read all those books piling upabout the beginning of the end of understanding…Meanwhile,...

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...

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

When it comes down to all that ‘go green’ crap, you have to ask yourself, is it worth risking a person’s income, their job, their family… their life? I’m not saying you’re wrong, but these...

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,...