There is no greater sorrow
We are homesick most for the places we have never known.
(n.) Homesickness; esp., a severe and sometimes fatal form of melancholia, due to homesickness.
And that's my problem. I love to be alone and hate being around people, but I love to be with people and hate being alone. I don't know what I like and I don't know what I want. Time is a difficult th...
Every cure for nostalgia is obsolete.
If we don't remember where we came from, we'll go back there.
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.
We drove down Corydon avenue towards my mother's apartment. How are you doing, she asked me? Fine, fine, I said. I wanted to tell her that I felt I was dying from rage and that I felt guilty about eve...
The uncertainty of the future made them turn their hearts toward the past. They saw themselves in the lost paradise of the deluge, splashing in the puddles in the courtyard, killing lizards to hang on...
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.
Useless to tell myself that a dreamand the memory of yesterday are the same thing
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...
What was our life like? I almost don't remember now. Though I remember , the space of time it occupied. And I remember it fondly.
This was before voice mail, recorded phone messages you can't escape. Life was easier then. You just didn't pick up the phone.
Now memories have an unusual way of coming back to you in the middle of a day.
I have such a hopeless dream of walking or being there at night, nothing happens, I just pass, everything is unbearably over with.
Nostalgia... the blessing of a merciful memory.
Writing from memory like this, I often feel a pang of dread. What if I've forgotten the most important thing? What if somewhere inside me there is a dark limbo where all the the truly important memori...
Our misconception in viewing the past lies in assuming that doubt and fear, permit, protests, violence and hate were not equally present.
It shouldn't work. It shouldn't be magic. You shouldn't weep happy and then sad and then happy again. But you do. And I do. And we all do.
Nostalgia is a longing for your home.