859 Quotes About Nostalgia

That goddamn restaurant had claimed her from the day she was born and now she understood that she would never outrun it./June rested against the hood of the car, crossed her arms, and continued smoking, taking stock of the new shape of her life.She was overworked and overtired and lonely. She missed the parents who had never truly understood her, missed the man who had never truly loved her, missed the future she thought she had been building for herself, missed the young girl she used to be.

Which, to be clear, I support. I was twenty-one in 2003, and tasteless shit isn’t just IN my blood, IT IS MY BLOOD. I crave excess!

I had the disorienting sense I had around teenagers lately, that because they looked like they had walked out of the malls of my childhood, they were speaking to me from the past.

—¿No te parece extraño? —dijo entonces Eri. —¿El qué? —Que esa época tan asombrosa haya quedado atrás y ya nunca vaya a regresar. Que tantas posibilidades fabulosas hayan desaparecido, como si el tiempo se las hubiera tragado.

tak perlu tanda tanyakerana kita adalah buku rahsia yang telah lama terbukasejak kata pertama jatuh mencari makna,” bisik benih kepada tanahyang menumbuh dan menyuburkannya(siapa di antara sela rerumputan)

jangan bicara di sinidiam atau tidur sajakerana suara adalah kacayang hanya mencipta luka demi luka— semata luka(kerana suara adalah kaca)

Maté un sinfín de personas queridas en mi mente sólo por el placer de sufrirlas. No entiendo porque el amor y el odio ocupan el podio, quizás la nostalgia sea un sentimiento para entendedores: tan compleja y tan incomprendida, tan bonita y tan modesta, ahí, sentada solitariamente en un rincón bebiendo el ponche de los perdedores.

He was getting disgusted at this increasing nostalgic preoccupation with the past. It was a weakness, he knew, a weakness he could scarcely afford if he intended to go on. And yet he kept discovering himself drifting into extensive meditation on aspects of the past. It was almost more than he could control, and it was making him furious with himself.

God,’ said Jackson Lamb. ‘Is it me, or did all the fun go out of everything round about 1979?