#nostalgia

How could she feel nostalgia when he was right in front of her? How can you suffer from the absence of a person who is present? You can suffer nostalgia in the presence of the beloved if you glimpse a future where the beloved is no more ↗

— Milan Kundera

#nostalgia

Postmodernity is said to be a culture of fragmentary sensations, eclectic nostalgia, disposable simulacra, and promiscuous superficiality, in which the traditionally valued qualities of depth, coherence, meaning, originality, and authenticity are evacuated or dissolved amid the random swirl of empty signals. ↗

— Jean Baudrillard

#postmodernity #nostalgia

Every time I see my cat licking its asshole I think about my ex wife. But that’s how nostalgia works, right? We only remember the best of the available memories. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#memories #nostalgia #relationships #nostalgia

You're about as subtle as a fucking train wreck. On a boat. ↗

— Doug Walker

#nostalgia-critic #simile #subtlety #train-wreck #simile

She considered what had made Denmark home to her anyway. Was it the sense of familiarity? That wherever she went there were echoes of a hundred memories she could pluck from her thoughts? ↗

— Sage Steadman

#nostalgia #home

It seemed like it was always autumn in this field - it was fitting really. Everything was shaded with the bronzes and yellows of faded pictures from an old photo album, it was a realm where uncomfortable nostalgia reigned. I noticed it more after my experience in the dream. There I was an actor in the play, here I was a spectator. ↗

— Mike Jackson

#death #memory #nostalgia #taven-s-departing #death

Strange, how the best moments of our lives we scarcely notice except in looking back. ↗

— Joe Abercrombie

#life #nostalgia #life

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

Why have we had to invent Eden, to live submerged in the nostalgia of a lost paradise, to make up utopias, propose a future for ourselves? ↗

— Julio Cortazar

#future #had #invent #live #lost

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