859 Quotes About Nostalgia

…suddenly I wanted to go back and be in all the places I’d ever been, every street I’d walked down, every room I’d sat down in. I wanted to see it all again. I tried to remember my life, flipping through Polaroids in my mind. . . . But I knew that even if I could go back, if such a thing were possible with exactitude, in life or in dreams, there was really no point.

Boiling point. Voice it roars Running down memory's corridor Life's a game, it ends one day
And everything's fair in love and war

Sometimes I miss you, which is strange, because you weren't at all the way I remember you.

The hours were long, but the days were short, and as much as I willed it to never come, the end of summer arrived anyway.

It's like a blueberry White Russian,' John said, now on his third spoonful.'It tastes exactly the same,' Mike said, his teeth already bright blue.'No, no, it tastes better,' John said. 'I feel like it's making me stronger.

He no longer loves the person whom he loved ten years ago. I quite believe it. She is no longer the same, nor is he. He was young, and she also; she is quite different. He would perhaps love her yet, if she were what she was then.

As we grow older we are apt to forget that the despair of the young is even more gigantic and immediately overwhelming than their hopefulness: we never again face such towering blank walls of misery.

If you go somewhere . . . very different to home, even for a long time, the memory feels like a dream when you get back.

She'd always imagined that the moon would wait for her, would encase itself in a gauzy cocoon of memories and wait.