#nostalgia

This is what I want. I want people to take care of me. I want them to force comfort upon me. I want the soft-pillow feeling that I associate with memories of being ill when I was younger, soft pillows and fresh linens and satin-edged blankets and hot chocolate. It's not so much the comfort itself as knowing there's someone who wants to take care of you. ↗

— Franny Billingsley

#comfort #family #love #nostalgia #wistful

As I've gotten older I've occasionally found myself nostalgic for earlier periods of solitude, though I realize that's also likely a false nostalgia, as I know there was nothing I wanted more during those periods than to not be alone, whatever that means. ↗

— Chris Ware

#also #during #earlier #false #found

It isn't necessary to imagine the world ending in fire or ice. There are two other possibilities: one is paperwork, and the other is nostalgia. ↗

— Frank Zappa

#fire #ice #imagine #necessary #nostalgia

Nostalgia often leads to idle speculation. ↗

— Paul Getty

#leads #nostalgia #often #speculation

I grow plants for many reasons: to please my eye or to please my soul, to challenge the elements or to challenge my patience, for novelty or for nostalgia, but mostly for the joy in seeing them grow. ↗

— David Hobson

#challenge #elements #eye #grow #i

Time was passing like a hand waving from a train I wanted to be on. I hope you never have to think about anything as much as I think about you. ↗

— Jonathan Safran Foer

#life #losing #love #nostalgia #pain

I'm not the sort to wallow in nostalgia about the good old days. ↗

— Kabir Bedi

#days #good #good old days #i #nostalgia

The campus, an academy of trees, under which some hand, the wind's I guess, had scattered the pale light of thousands of spring beauties, petals stained with pink veins; secret, blooming for themselves. We sat among them. Your long fingers, thin body, and long bones of improbable genius; some scattered gene as Kafka must have had. Your deep voice, this passing dust of miracles. That simple that was myself, half conscious, as though each moment was a page where words appeared; the bent hammer of the type struck against the moving ribbon. The light air, the restless leaves; the ripple of time warped by our longing. There, as if we were painted by some unknown impressionist. ↗

— Ruth Stone

#nostalgia #poetry #beauty

Nostalgia is a file that removes the rough edges from the good old days. ↗

— Doug Larson

#edges #file #good #good old days #nostalgia

Comics? Honestly, that's more a matter of nostalgia for me. I think most of that energy has gone to my love of literature and my love of film. ↗

— Jonathan Lethem

#energy #film #gone #honestly #i