#nostalgia

She considered what had made Denmark home to her anyway. Was it the sense of familiarity? That wherever she went there were echoes of a hundred memories she could pluck from her thoughts? ↗

— Sage Steadman

#nostalgia #home

And she had been in love enough times to rule out the possibility that this was merely some feat of nostalgia. ↗

— Galt Niederhoffer

#love #nostalgia #possibility #rule #love

The machines men are so intent on making have carried them very far from the old sweet things. ↗

— Sherwood Anderson

#modernity #nostalgia #men

It partook ... of eternity ... there is a coherence in things, a stability; something, she meant, is immune from change, and shines out (she glanced at the window with its ripple of reflected lights) in the face of the flowing, the fleeting, the spectral, like a ruby; so that again tonight she had the feeling she had had once today, already, of peace, of rest. Of such moments, she thought, the thing is made that endures. ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#nostalgia #peace #change

Why have we had to invent Eden, to live submerged in the nostalgia of a lost paradise, to make up utopias, propose a future for ourselves? ↗

— Julio Cortazar

#future #had #invent #live #lost

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

— Lois McMaster Bujold

#love #might-have-been #nostalgia #regret #self-reflection

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 transported into that quiet little landscape, to walk up the path, to take a key from my pocket and open the cottage door, to sit down by the fireplace, to wrap my arms around myself, and to stay there forever and ever. ↗

— Alan Bradley

#dreaming #homesickness #nostalgia #dreams

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

— Sue Monk Kidd

#nostalgia #life

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 never quite be reenacted comes to an end (and all moments are that way), I feel a pensiveness within. This pensiveness gives my life a quality that might be best described as bittersweet. And those moments take on double meaning and richness - because they are here now - and because they will not always be. ↗

— Bob Benson

#life

Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. ↗

— Mary Schmich

#nostalgia #life