#nostalgia

She could sense it very clearly: for me, no less than for her, the past counted far more than the present, remembering something far more than possessing it. Compared to memory, every possession can only ever seem disappointing, banal, inadequate ... She understood me so well! My anxiety that the present 'immediately' turned into the past so that I could love it and dream about it at leisure was just like hers, was identical. It was 'our' vice, this: to go forwards with our heads forever turned back. ↗

— Giorgio Bassani

#nostalgia #dreams

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

— William Faulkner

#nostalgia #strange

It’s a strange grief…to die of nostalgia for something you never lived. ↗

— Alessandro Baricco

#nostalgia

Memory believes before knowing remembers. [Light in August] ↗

— William Faulkner

#nostalgia #nostalgia

For an instant I think I saw. I saw the loneliness of man as a gigantic wave which had been frozen in front of me, held back by the invisible wall of a metaphor. ↗

— Carlos Castaneda

#metaphor

Câţiva centimetrii, câţiva ani, câteva mii de lei in plus, câteva cărţi citite în plus, mă rog, lucruri de felul ăsta despart oamenii. ↗

— Mircea Cărtărescu

#nostalgia #nostalgia

The past is for learning from and letting go. You can't revisit it. It vanishes. ↗

— Adele Parks

#the-past #nostalgia

We are homesick most for the places we have never known. ↗

— Carson McCullers

#nostalgia #nostalgia

Have you ever wondered how nostalgia isn"t what it used to be? ↗