The log on the fire: is it dreaming of the forest?
When I was younger, I was told that there is too much inside me. That I have feelings where others have bone. At the age of seven, a doctor tapped inside my head and asked, "Do you choke on memories f...
(n.) Homesickness; esp., a severe and sometimes fatal form of melancholia, due to homesickness.
Upstairs, in the cupboard, he had a box of things he had saved as a boy and a young man. He hadn't looked into it in twenty years or more. Nothing fancy or valuable, but things that had meant somethin...
We all leave behind bits of loose thread. Old operations, old enemies. They pull at you, like memories of old lovers.
It seems sometimes that we get so caught up in missing the past, or looking forward to the future, that we forget that this, right here and now, was once the days we longed for and will soon be the on...
If we don't remember where we came from, we'll go back there.
How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home.
I wish I had heard him more clearly: an oblique confession is always a plea.
Will the time ever come when I am not so completely dependent on thoughts I first had in childhood to furnish the feedstock for my comparisons and analogies and sense of the parallel rhythms of microh...
I have such a hopeless dream of walking or being there at night, nothing happens, I just pass, everything is unbearably over with.
My whole life is out here-the whole of my life...I'd come here naked, as a boy-straight from that river out there-throw my clothes on the floor and climb into that loft and lie there dreaming in the h...
That gap between half sleep and half awakening has always been occupied by nostalgia.
Old houses were scaffolding once and workmen whistling.
When people talk about the good old days, I say to people, 'It's not the days that are old, it's you that's old.' I hate the good old days. What is important is that today is good.
Now memories have an unusual way of coming back to you in the middle of a day.
We are homesick most for the places we have never known.
A part of my appreciation for the good which moments bring has come from awareness and recognition. But it has also come from a correspnding sadness which arises from their passing. When something tha...
Nostalgia, more than anything, gives us the shudder of our own imperfection. This is why with Chopin we feel so little like gods.
Nostalgic memory is a sudden encounter with the thingness of the thing that has been forgotten, not the continuous desire for possessions, whether past, present, or future.
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".
Showing 161 to 180 of 285 results