#nostalgia

When people talk about the good old days, I say to people, 'It's not the days that are old, it's you that's old.' I hate the good old days. What is important is that today is good. ↗

— Karl Lagerfeld

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The sixties are like a theme park to them. They wear the costume, buy their tickets, and they have the experience. ↗

— Douglas Coupland

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One may escape from the prisons of experience, ideology or philosophy, but it is impossible to escape from the reality of one's innermost self. Understanding this, I had freed myself from nostalgia, and having done so, what remained was to free myself from the prospect of the future. ("The Tower") ↗

— Mark Samuels

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The nostalgia of a moment's love can be an illusionary precipice from which we fall from truth; in heartbreak, what we escape to in the past is what tortures us in the present. ↗

— Mike Norton

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These fragments I have shored against my ruins ↗

— T.S. Eliot

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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

The Greek word for "return" is nostos. Algos means "suffering." So nostalgia is the suffering caused by an unappeased yearning to return. ↗

— Milan Kundera

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

— William Faulkner

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Nostalgia is the only friend that stays with you forever. ↗

— Damien Echols

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I prefer the mystic clouds of nostalgia to the real thing, to be honest. ↗