#nostalgia

The danger of restorative nostalgia lies in its belief that the mutilated 'wholeness' of the body politic can be repaired. But the reflective nostalgic understands deep down that loss is irrecoverable: Time wounds all wholes. To exist in Time is to suffer through an endless exile, a successive severing from those precious few moments of feeling at home in the world. In pop terms, Morrissey is the supreme poet of reflective nostalgia. ↗

— Simon Reynolds

#morrissey #music #nostalgia #past #pop

I've never returned to the locations. I do remember certain days more clearly than others and certain locations with a sense of nostalgia. Perhaps one day, I'll bring my daughter to see them, if she's interested. ↗

— Madeleine Stowe

#certain #clearly #daughter #day #days

I remember those days with Bergman with great nostalgia. We were aware that the films were going to be quite important, and the work felt meaningful. ↗

— Max von Sydow

#bergman #days #felt #films #going

Advice is a form of Nostalgia ↗

— Mary Schmich

#nostalgia #sunscreen #life

She ordered a martini and encouraged me to, but said she couldn't drink it with her medication. She just liked seeing it in front of her, like the old days, all set to do its little magic. ↗

— Richard Ford

#life #memories #nostalgia #siblings #life

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

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