#nostalgia

You can go other places, all right - you can live on the other side of the world, but you can't ever leave home ↗

— Sue Monk Kidd

#home #nostalgia #childhood

Gonzaga was the kind of place you’d not even think about loving until you’d left it for a couple of years. ↗

— Pat Conroy

#nostalgia #school #love

Never look back; you may only find what you left or let you go. ↗

— Stefanos Livos

#inspirational #moving-on #nostalgia #nostalgic #past-and-future

It partook ... of eternity ... there is a coherence in things, a stability; something, she meant, is immune from change, and shines out (she glanced at the window with its ripple of reflected lights) in the face of the flowing, the fleeting, the spectral, like a ruby; so that again tonight she had the feeling she had had once today, already, of peace, of rest. Of such moments, she thought, the thing is made that endures. ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#nostalgia #peace #change

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

In every age "the good old days" were a myth. No one ever thought they were good at the time. For every age has consisted of crises that seemed intolerable to the people who lived through them. ↗

— Brooks Atkinson

#age

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 love how summer just wraps it’s arms around you like a warm blanket. ↗

— Kellie Elmore

#love #nostalgia #nostalgic #seasons #summer

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