It's the problem in seeing too much of the world. In loving too much of it. You can only live in one place at a time. And eventually, you pick your spot, and the memories of all the others just become...
Nostalgia... the blessing of a merciful memory.
(n.) Homesickness; esp., a severe and sometimes fatal form of melancholia, due to homesickness.
I have such a hopeless dream of walking or being there at night, nothing happens, I just pass, everything is unbearably over with.
She knew with suddeness and ease that this moment would be with her always, within hand's reach of memory.She doubted if they all sensed it - they had seen the world - but even George was silent for a...
Over-familiar, the music has become a kind of audio-Valium, background music rather than something I listen to actively and attentively. A gin and tonic after a long day. A shame, I think, because whi...
The 'what should be' never did exist, but people keep trying to live up to it. There is no 'what should be,' there is only what is.
The log on the fire: is it dreaming of the forest?
If we don't remember where we came from, we'll go back there.
Saudade.A nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant, or that has been loved and then lost; "the love that remains".
Contrary to popular belief, the past was not more eventful than the present. If seems so it is because when you look backward things that happened years apart are telescoped together, and because very...
I'm your phantom dance partner. I'm your shadow. I'm not anything more.
Lewis had experienced more trauma than most of his modern readers ever will.
Not very long ago I was driving with my husband on the back roads of Grey County, which is to the north and east of Huron County. We passed a country store standing empty at a crossroads. It had old-f...
Sebastian is in love with his own childhood. That will make him very unhappy.
When he stepped into the shower, the hot water scalded him. He let it run over his face, burning his eyelids. He put up with the pain, his jaw clenched and his muscles taut, suppressing the urge to ho...
Useless to tell myself that a dreamand the memory of yesterday are the same thing
In the evening, the tarantella dancers will come to the hotel; perhaps they'll dance and sing in the courtyard that is dripping with wistaria blooms and pungent with citrus perfumes. They wear gay cos...
That gap between half sleep and half awakening has always been occupied by nostalgia.
We are homesick most for the places we have never known.
Every cure for nostalgia is obsolete.
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