#nostalgia

It is one of the paradoxes of American literature that our writers are forever looking back with love and nostalgia at lives they couldn't wait to leave. ↗

— Anatole Broyard

#american literature #back #forever #leave #literature

We should have taken our chances back then, when we were young and beautiful and didn't even know it. ↗

— Lois McMaster Bujold

#love #might-have-been #nostalgia #regret #self-reflection

It is strange how we hold on to the pieces of the past while we wait for our futures. ↗

— Ally Condie

#nostalgia #past

His talent was as natural as the pattern that was made by the dust on a butterfly's wings. At one time he understood it no more than the butterfly did and he did not know when it was brushed or marred. Later he became conscious of his damaged wings and of their construction and he learned to think and could not fly any more because the love of flight was gone and he could only remember when it had been effortless. ↗

— Ernest Hemingway

#flight #life #loss #nostalgia #age

As we age we begin to grasp at youthful bliss like a life raft in a sea of harsh reality. ↗

— Brad Herzog

#camp #memory #nostalgia #age

We seem to be going through a period of nostalgia, and everyone seems to think yesterday was better than today. I don't think it was, and I would advise you not to wait ten years before admitting today was great. If you're hung up on nostalgia, pretend today is yesterday and just go out and have one hell of a time. ↗

— Art Buchwald

#nostalgia #art

There is a stage you reach, Deagle thinks, a time somewhere in early middle age, when your past ceases to be about yourself. Your connection to your former life is like a dream or delirium, and that person who you once were is merely a fond acquaintance, or a beloved character from a storybook. This is how memory becomes nostalgia. They are two very different things - the same way that a person is different from a photograph of a person. ↗

— Dan Chaon

#nostalgia #photograph #age

I possess an object that reminds me of your stepdad’s bowel movements. It’s brown and squishy and smells like yesterday.
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— Jarod Kintz

#crap #family #feces #funny #humor

Some of my relatives held on to imagined memories the way homeless people hold onto lottery tickets. Nostalgia was their crack cocaine, if you will, and my childhood was littered with the consequences of their addiction : unserviceable debts, squabbles over inheritances, the odd alcoholic or suicide. ↗

— Mohsin Hamid

#nostalgia #imagination

Nostalgia in reverse, the longing for yet another strange land, grew especially strong in spring. ↗

— Vladimir Nabokov

#desire #life #nostalgia #seasons #spring