There is no greater sorrow
It is an illusion that youth is happy, an illusion of those who have lost it; but the young know they are wretched for they are full of the truthless ideal which have been instilled into them, and eac...
(n.) Homesickness; esp., a severe and sometimes fatal form of melancholia, due to homesickness.
Every cure for nostalgia is obsolete.
You. You are the last page of hundred pages I have written in my journal. Filling its pages with special kind of spoken words without a sound, and the I Love You that's been written and rewritten coun...
And what if the other kids laugh at me? Kerry complained to her parents as she nibbled on a piece of toast that morning. I have a Cape Breton accent! They’ll know I’m from Canada and they’ll start ask...
I'd trade all my tomorrows for one single yesterday.
One thing seems certain. Our galaxy is now in the brief springtime of its life—a springtime made glorious by such brilliant blue-white stars as Vega and Sirius, and, on a more humble scale, our own Su...
Din splendorile cafelei de odineoară, neschimbat rămăsese doar mangalul.
Comely was the town by the curving river that they dismantled in a year's time. Beautiful was Colleton in her last spring as she flung azaleas like a girl throwing rice at a desperate wedding. In dazz...
Real museums are places where Time is transformed into Space.
I never even heard her voice."And after a while:"It is a strange grief."Softly:"To die of nostalgia for something you never lived.
The phone was laid on a desk thousands of miles away. Once more, with that clear familiarity, the footsteps, the pause, and, at last, the raising of the window. Listen, whispered the old man to himsel...
Alecto isn't a person! He's just something that society made and then threw away, a memory that refuses to die.
Nostalgia is a file that removes the rough edges from the good old days.
A person in her twenties has been a child for most of her life, but as time goes by that portion that is childhood becomes smaller and smaller, more and more distant, more and more faded, though they...
Aching familiar in a way that made me wish I was still eight. Eight was before death or divorce or heartbreak. Eight was just eight. Hot dogs and peanut butter, mosquito bites and splinters, bikes and...
I get sentimental over the music of the '90s. Deplorable, really. But I love it all. As far as I'm concerned, the '90s was the best era for music ever, even the stuff that I loathed at the time, even...
And I’ll look back at him because I shan’t be able to help it, remembering about being young, and about being made love to and making love, about pain and dancing and not being afraid of death, about...
The baby explodes into an unknown world that is only knowable through some kind of a story - of course that is how we all live, it's the narrative of our lives, but adoption drops you into the story a...
Looking at the elementary schoolers in their colorful T-shirts from various day camps, Percy felt a twinge of sadness. He should be at Camp Half-Blood right now, settling into his cabin for the summer...
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