#nos

All of the great empires of the future will be empires of the mind. ↗

— Winston Churchill

#kingdom #prognostication #inspirational

Condiţia dragostei este să caute, nu să descopere, să vrea să ştie, fără să afle, să fie ritmul unei continue mişcări spre un orizont mereu văzut, dar mereu îndepărtat. Mai mult decât curiozitate: nostalgie. ↗

— Ionel Teodoreanu

#lorelei #love #nostalgie #love

Pianos, unlike people, sing when you give them your every growl. They know how to dive into the pit of your stomach and harmonize with your roars when you’ve split yourself open. And when they see you, guts shining, brain pulsing, heart right there exposed in a rhythm that beats need need, need need, need need, pianos do not run. And so she plays. ↗

— Francesca Lia Block

#piano #pianos #love

Each night I lie down in a graveyard of memories. ↗

— Jerry Spinelli

#love

It marked the beginning and, of course, an end. At that moment a chapter, no, a whole stage of my closed. Had I known, and had there been a spare second or two, I might have allowed myself a little nostalgia. ↗

— Ian Mcewan

#love

Pourquoi nier l’évidente nécessité de la mémoire? ↗

— Marguerite Duras

#nostalgia #love

Humans invent an imaginary lover and put that mask over the face of the body in their bed. That is the tragedy of language my friend. Those who know each other only through symbolic representations are forced to imagine each other. And because their imagination is imperfect, they are often wrong. ↗

— Orson Scott Card

#buggers #love #pequeninos #relationships #species

In her final years she would still recall the trip that, with the perverse lucidity of nostalgia, became more and more recent in her memory. ↗

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

#nostalgia #recollection #love

Reading all my old love letters was disorienting. You remember thinking the thoughts and writing the words but, man, you can't TOUCH those feelings. Its like they belonged to someone else. Someone you don't even know. I'm aware, in an intellectual way. That I felt all those things about him, but this emotions are far away now. What's so strange to me is that I can't even force my heart back to that place where I felt that all consuming passion. That makes me feel distant from myself. Who WAS I then? Will I ever be able to get back to that place? Reading the letters again made me wonder: Which is the real me? The one who saw the world in that emotionally saturated way, or the me who sees it the way I do now? ↗

— Bill Shapiro

#looking-back #nostalgia #reflection #love

Are there any religions on your list that include the slaughter of noblemen as a holy duty? ↗

— Brandon Sanderson

#humor #religion #humor