#nos

Just like that, he's gone. Things can change so quickly. One second you're in the present, the next you're remembering the past. ↗

— Janet Gurtler

#change

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 a bed we lay, To what sensual delight we gave our bodies. An echo of the days of pleasure, An echo of the days drew near me, A little of the fire of the youth of both of us, Again I took in my hands a letter, And I read and reread till the light was gone. And melancholy, I came out on the balcony Came out to change my thoughts at least by looking at A little of the city that I loved, A little movement on the street and in the shops. Translated by Rae Dalven ↗

— C.P. Cavafy

#losing-dreams #melancholia #nostalgia #age

How can days and happenings and moments so good become so quickly ugly, and for no reason, for no real reason? Just - change. With nothing causing it. ↗

— Philip K. Dick

#memories #nostalgia #change

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

— David Budbill

#poetry #truth #vermont #change

When people talk about the good old days, I say to people, 'It's not the days that are old, it's you that's old.' I hate the good old days. What is important is that today is good. ↗

— Karl Lagerfeld

#nostalgia #trends #age

I see the old even as I am looking at the new--the storefronts now occupied by up-to-date boutiques and trendy retail shops. It's almost like being in two places at the same time. ↗

— Mary Lois Timbes

#dating

….For instance, I hated Pearl Jam at the time. I thought they were pompous blowhards. Now, whenever a Pearl Jam song comes on the car radio, I find myself pounding my fist on the dashboard, screaming, “Pearl JAM! Pearl JAM! Now this is rock and roll! Jeremy’s SPO-ken! But he’s still al-LIIIIIVE! ↗

— Rob Sheffield

#music #nostalgia #pearl-jam #love

We do not disappear without a trace. We leave a wake that never quite disappears, a gash in time that we so laboriously leave behind us. ↗

— Lars Saabye Christensen

#nostalgia #life

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

— Joyce Carol Oates

#life #nostalgia #technology #telephone #communication

Aching familiar in a way that made me wish I was still eight. Eight was before death or divorce or heartbreak. Eight was just eight. Hot dogs and peanut butter, mosquito bites and splinters, bikes and boogie boards. Tangled hair, sunburned shoulders, Judy Blume, in bed by nine thirty. ↗

— Jenny Han

#childhood-memories #eight #memories #nostalgia #death