#nostalgia

I skimmed the pond scum with a spoon like broth in a soup bowl. Why does everything have to remind me of her? 
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— Jarod Kintz

#love #memory #nostalgia #pond #remind

Real museums are places where Time is transformed into Space. ↗

— Orhan Pamuk

#love #museum #nostalgia #space #time

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. ↗

— Scott Spencer

#love #nostalgia #love

Because that world's gone. The world where people walked around whistling that music. All the madrigal singers in the world can't make that other one real again. It's like dinosaurs. We can put them back together perfectly, bone for bone, but we don't know what they smelled like, what kind of sounds they made, or how big they really looked standing in the grass under all those fossil fern trees. Even the sunlight must have been different, and the wind. What can bones tell you about a kind of wind that doesn't blow anymore? ↗

— Peter S. Beagle

#perspective #peter-beagle #music

nostalgia, underlying cosmological explanation for Weak but detectable interaction between two neighboring universes that are otherwise not causally connected. Manifests itself in humans as a feeling of missing a place one has never been, a place very much like one’s home universe, or as a longing for versions of one’s self that one will never, and can never know. ↗

— Charles Yu

#science

The 'what should be' never did exist, but people keep trying to live up to it. There is no 'what should be,' there is only what is. ↗

— Lenny Bruce

#past #present #nostalgia

You can't return to a place that no longer exists, luv. ↗

— Samantha Sotto

#nostalgia

وطنك هو المكان الذى ارتديت فيه أول سروال طويل فى حياتك، ولعبت أول مباراة كرة قدم، وسمعت أول قصيدة، وكتبت أول خطاب حب، وتلقيت أول علقة من معلمك أو خصومك فى المدرسة.. وطنك هو المكان الذى ذهبت فيه للمسجد لأول مرة وحدك، وخلعت حذاءك متحديًا صديقك أن يقف جوارك لتريا أيكما أطول قامة.. وطنك هو أول مكان تمرّغت على عشبه فى صراع مع صديق لدود من أجل فتاة لا تعرف شيئا عن كليكما ↗

— أحمد خالد توفيق

#nostalgia #nostalgia

Looking at the elementary schoolers in their colorful T-shirts from various day camps, Percy felt a twinge of sadness. He should be at Camp Half-Blood right now, settling into his cabin for the summer, teaching sword-fighting lessons in the arena, playing pranks on the other counselors. These kids had no idea just how crazy a summer camp could be. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#home #nostalgia #percy-jackson #percy-jackson-and-the-olympians #the-heroes-of-olympus

Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar... ↗

— William Faulkner

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