There's just something about the way he sings. It makes me think of when it snows outside, and the fire is warm, and Podo is telling us a story while you're cooking, and there's no place I'd rather be--but for some reason I still feel... homesick.
Andrew PetersonSchoolboy days are no happier than the days of afterlife, but we look back upon them regretfully because we have forgotten our punishments at school and how we grieved when our marbles were lost and our kites destroyed – because we have forgotten all the sorrows and privations of the canonized ethic and remember only its orchard robberies, its wooden-sword pageants, and its fishing holidays.
Mark TwainTags: education nostalgia maturity anxiety
I never felt so large and important as I did when being in love was everything. I saw you walking a foot above the earth and I remembered that was where I used to walk.
Scott SpencerUma vez eu conheci uma garota, ela guardava neve na geladeira para não estragar.
Filipe RussoHow did he get here? What drew him back? Easy answer: the monkey bars. Not-so-easy answer. . . . What took him away in the first place? Gyroscopic deflections are only partly to blame. Who can stop a revolving planet? Who can predict where on the table a spinning quarter will fall flat?
Jay NicholsTags: nostalgia depression reminiscence monkey-bars
I am sick of old ghosts and I just want to feel safe again without the haunts of old vulnerabilities.
Donna Lynn HopeTags: nostalgia memories regret
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 memories are heaped and slowly turning into mud?
Haruki MurakamiTags: writing nostalgia memory memories forgetting
Gonzaga was the kind of place you’d not even think about loving until you’d left it for a couple of years.
Pat ConroyEl exiliado mira hacia el pasado, lamiéndose las heridas; el inmigrante
mira hacia el futuro, dispuesto a aprovechar las oportunidades a su alcance.
Tags: nostalgia isabel-allende chile exilio
Más o menos cada diez años echo una mirada hacia el pasado y puedo ver el mapa de mi viaje, si es que eso
puede llamarse un mapa; parece más bien un plato de tallarines. Si uno vive lo suficiente y mira para atrás, es obvio que no hacemos más que andar en círculos.
Tags: nostalgia isabel-allende chile biografías memorias
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