#nostalgia

Now that lilacs are in bloom She has a bowl of lilacs in her room And twists one in her fingers while she talks. "Ah, my friend, you do not know, you do not know What life is, you who hold it in your hands"; (slowly twisting the lilac stalks) "You let it flow from you, you let it flow, And youth is cruel, and has no remorse And smiles at situations which it cannot see." I smile, of course, And go on drinking tea. ↗

— T.S. Eliot

#nostalgia #remorse #tea #youth #life

Ever poised on that cusp between past and future, we tie memories to souvenirs like string to trees along life’s path, marking the trail in case we lose ourselves around a bend of tomorrow’s road. ↗

— Susan Lendroth

#memory #nostalgia #past #remembering #souvenir

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, and he witnessed its passing with a sense of inexpressible regret. ↗

— Stefan Grabiński

#passing-time #men

She knew with suddeness and ease that this moment would be with her always, within hand's reach of memory. She doubted if they all sensed it - they had seen the world - but even George was silent for a minute as they looked, and the scene, the smell, even the sound of the band playing a faintly recognisable movie theme, was locked forever in her, and she was at peace. ↗

— Stephen King

#memory #nostalgia #movies

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

— William Faulkner

#nostalgia #strange

Nostalgia is the only friend that stays with you forever. ↗

— Damien Echols

#memories #nostalgia #death

Nostalgia isn't what it used to be. ↗

— Peter De Vries

#used

how sad and bad and mad it was - but then, how it was sweet ↗