Adesso la sua voce era tornata a restituirle ciò che aveva perduto, dimenticato. Ricordi dell’infanzia che non sempre era stata bella, ma che ricordava con nostalgia.

Schoolboy days are no happier than the days of afterlife, but we look back upon them regretfully because we have forgotten our punishments at school and how we grieved when our marbles were lost and...

I talked yesterday about caring, I care about these moldy old riding gloves. I smile at them flying through the breeze beside me because they have been there for so many years and are so...

Childhood is either absurdly superficial or profoundly shitty. There’s no in-between. Anyone who reminisces about their happy childhood is delusional.

What are days for?Days are where we live. They come, they wake us Time and time over.They are to be happy in: Where can we live but days?Ah, solving that questionBrings the priest and the...

The best times we’ve had on earth are usually with those we love.

Woman lost (skin deep) like a damn fine thread in the fireWoman of the world caught up in your black machinationsI was a woman who cried alone at night, who gave it all away when...

I have always lusted after a sepia-toned library with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves and a sliding ladder. I fantasie about Tennessee Williams’ types of evenings involving rum on the porch. I long for balmy slightly sleepless nights...

To be honest, I’ve always made films and I never really stopped, starting with little stop-motion experiments using my dad’s Super 8 camera. In my mind, it’s all one big continuum of filmmaking and I’ve...

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...

I have such a hopeless dream of walking or being there at night, nothing happens, I just pass, everything is unbearably over with.

I held her gaze as I held her in my arms. With all that holding I couldn’t hold on to the moment, and it slipped past me into the lonely past.

The baby explodes into an unknown world that is only knowable through some kind of a story – of course that is how we all live, it’s the narrative of our lives, but adoption drops...

At this time in his life Zinkoff sees no difference between the stars in the sky and the stars in his mother’s plastic Baggie. He believes that stars fall from the sky sometimes, and that...

Am mai văzut fotografii de-ale ei de cînd era doar o adolescentă. Toate mi s-au părut cu neputinţă de suportat, ca şi cînd ai vrea să ţii mîna pe un fier înroşit. Nici nu ştia...

Sometimes the best vacation is simply closing your eyes for several minutes and recalling wonderful memories.

Never look back; you may only find what you left or let you go.

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...

In her eyes was the reflection of everything that mattered: old diners with neon signs, vinyl records, celluloid film, drive-in movies, Pears soap, department stores, her brother’s old blue Camaro car and the smell of...

Es raro que yo hable de cosas que echo de menos, porque sin duda lo que más echo de menos es el futuro, siempre.

He stood with his two frail hands on his cane and his eyes closed, and breathed in deeply the scent of the past. “Sometimes,” he sighed, “I think the things I remember are more real...

Carefully squeezing through the forest of adults that crowded the aisles, feeling like an intruder in a forbidden temple, he cautiously pushed deeper into the newsstand and found a new paperback by a writer whose...

The age of recording is necessarily an age of nostalgia–when was the past so hauntingly accessible?–but its bitterest insight is the incapacity of even the most perfectly captured sound to restore the moment of its...

Nostalgia for the 20th century brain helps nobody.

She, who had never liked weddings, had allowed herself this fantasy. Her wedding day to Rory. A pretty church in Sussex, festooned with spring flowers. Rows of relatives, and her, Elle, floating down the aisle...

That’s most interesting. But I was no more a mind-reader then than today. Iwas weeping for an altogether different reason. When I watched you dancing that day, I saw something else. I saw a new...

Feathery dust everywhere surrounds me and as I breathe it in I breathe the scent of your skin, O’ thee I am lovesick and homeless ~

This was before voice mail, recorded phone messages you can’t escape. Life was easier then. You just didn’t pick up the phone.

We will never understand our world until we have come to terms with its future: it is the age in which we live. The Cold War depended upon internal division in order to maintain itself....

…because you are not trying simply to complete a set of books or toys or Weetabix cards, you are trying to complete yourself, to get back to the whole person you were before, as a...

Nostalgia is not what it used to be (La nostalgie n’est plus ce qu’elle etait)

Now that lilacs are in bloomShe has a bowl of lilacs in her roomAnd twists one in her fingers while she talks.”Ah, my friend, you do not know, you do not knowWhat life is, you...

There was a super-8 steel town somewhere, where all the forgotten things in the cruel world ended up eventually, Mandy was sure of it… this place, she decided, was called Smog City.

If you want to be with somebody who gets you, you prefer collusion to desire, safety to excitement (sometimes good things to prefer but not always the things most wanted). The wish to be understood...

This sweet-bitter scentIs still making me faintEnduring the painThat makes me insane.Trying to smile everydayTo hide the feelings I bearHide in bed and layPraying to ease the fear.The scent of perfumeIs the reason of my...

How quick and rushing life can sometimes seem, when at the same time it’s so slow and sweet and everlasting.

…as if in rebellion, certain emotions become amplified at the exact moments when you are expected not to feel them at all.

Nostalgia is the only friend that stays with you forever.

He smelled the odor of the pine boughs under him, the piney smell of the crushed needles and the sharper odor of the resinous sap from the cut limbs. … This is the smell I...

And before me the empty table at the Theater Café with my reservation – Barnum Nilsen, 8PM – the only table no one sits at. And this too is an echo, an echo of time,...

It should not be a surprise, even if it is not expected, if a shadow dances among the leaves, a face appears (or seems to), even a community of phantoms from the past. Here you...

Nostalgia por saber que muito provavelmente nunca mais regressaria ali. Esta constatação confrontava-me com os limites da minha própria existência, com aquilo que não terei tempo de fazer ou voltar a fazer ao longo do...

Pretty mountains, pretty river, bumpy but pleasant tar road… old buildings, old people on a front porch… strange how old, obsolete buildings and plants and mills, the technology of fifty and a hundred years ago,...

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

we always knewthat good times camewith termination contractseven if we weren’t quite readyto sign it.

I’m suspicious that what’s behind the academic call for doing away with athletic scholarships is a nostalgia for the good old days, which leaves out everyone but white Anglo-Saxon Protestants, … world’s biggest cocktail party.

There comes a time in your life, when you are left with too many yesterdays and very less tomorrows. When you can look back and relive all the golden moments of your life. You would...

The rival ideologies of the left and right are both pining for the 50s. The only difference is that liberals want to work there, while conservatives want to go home there.

Journey to the end of day, Come the fire-fly, Come the moon; Say a prayer for God’s good grace And sleep with lore upon your face.

Some say that time is like water that flows around us (like a stone in the river) and some say we flow with time (like a twig floating on the surface of the water).