I go back to St. Lucia, and the exhilaration I feel is not simply the exhilaration of homecoming and of nostalgia. It… — Derek Walcott Copy Share Image
“Time does not heal wounds. It's a body's ritual that does. The instinctual cleansing with rain or other waters, the application of… — T. Greenwood Copy Share Image
“What's this place called?' He told me and, on the instant, it was as though someone had switched off the wireless, and… — Evelyn Waugh Copy Share Image
As the mental endowment of a man varies with the organisation of his accumulated experiences, the better endowed he is, the more… — Otto Weininger Copy Share Image
“bye-bye love, as in songs. All alone now. It was so sad. Why did such things have to disintegrate like that? Why… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“How long, Klara wondered now, how long after the mortar set did the joy remain? When one embraces a moment of rapture… — Jane Urquhart Copy Share Image
Nothing in my life ever seemed to fade away or take its rightful place among the pantheon of experiences that constituted my… — Elizabeth Wurtzel Copy Share Image
“Michael King was a young preacher with horn-rimmed glasses and a close-cropped beard and mustache. "The Bible says, if eating meat offends… — Tony Horwitz Copy Share Image
Raves when it was safe to be free & wave your hands in the air, like you didn't even care! Not scared… — Progrezza Copy Share Image
It is a curious emotion, this certain homesickness I have in mind. With Americans, it is a national trait, as native to… — Carson McCullers Copy Share Image
“The sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from which we refuse to be divorced. Every other wound we seek to… — Washington Irving Copy Share Image
“Imaginings and resonances and pain and small longings and prejudices. They mean nothing against the resolute hardness of the sea. They meant… — Colm Tóibín Copy Share Image
“You have certain hopes,” he began, the subject making him visibly uncomfortable. “You do this as a nostalgic trip, and nostalgia is… — Ariel Sabar Copy Share Image
“Moonless nights haunt me. They evoke remembrances of a carefree life when I dreamed without doubt to what my future could be.… — H.S. Crow Copy Share Image
“Anger and self-righteousness combined with cynicism about the world as he or she sees it are the marks of the ideologue. There… — Marilynne Robinson Copy Share Image
“I remember being unusually pensive that May evening, perhaps it was the heat of Spring's first warm day which, encountering my thick… — Neal Cassady Copy Share Image
“My grief is my castle, which like an eagle's nest is built high up on the mountain peaks among the clouds; nothing… — Søren Kierkegaard Copy Share Image
Time has lost all meaning in that nightmare alley of the Western world known as the American mind. We wallow in nostalgia… — Florence King Copy Share Image
Most of us grew up with video games in the household, either the original Nintendo in the living room or hoarding quarters… — Rob Manuel Copy Share Image
“She, who had never liked weddings, had allowed herself this fantasy. Her wedding day to Rory. A pretty church in Sussex, festooned… — Harriet Evans Copy Share Image
“Praise be to God; whose compassion is all-embracing and Whose mercy is universal; Who rewards His servants for their remembrance [dhikr] [of… — al-Ghazali Copy Share Image
“He smelled like soap and sleep and bare skin. He smelled familiar. Not the deja vu familiar of Guy or Mel. Familiar… — Josh Lanyon Copy Share Image
“If I had my life over I should form the habit of nightly composing myself to thoughts of death. I would practice,… — Oliver Burkeman Copy Share Image
“There is an almost sensual longing for communion with others who have a larger vision. The immense fulfillment of the friendships between… — James Fadiman Copy Share Image
O, heavenly Father: we thank thee for food and remember the hungry. We thank thee for health and remember the sick. We… — Abigail Van Buren Copy Share Image
“Is this what is called remorse of conscience or repentance? I do not know, and I cannot tell to this day. Perhaps… — Fyodor Dostoyevsky Copy Share Image
“Self-remembrance is vital to be successful esoterically. It is only in those moments when you remember to do it that an inner… — Belzebuub Copy Share Image
“Michael [Hutchence] is hands down one of the greatest frontmen in music. The style, the voice—all of it. Any way that I… — Lori Majewski Copy Share Image
“He was filled with loss and an off-brand of nostalgia for events that were supposed to become part of his past but… — John L. Parker Jr Copy Share Image
“Because who can describe the look that triggers the memory of loved ones? Who can anticipate the frown, the smile, or the… — John Irving Copy Share Image
The novel remains for me one of the few forms where we can record man's complexity and the strength and decency of… — John Cheever Copy Share Image
“She knew from listening to her grandmother that old age was made up of such remembrances of youth. But she didn’t want… — Betty Smith Copy Share Image
There has never been a time in which I have been convinced from within myself that I am alive. You see, I… — Franz Kafka Copy Share Image
“Why could this darkness rip the gloominess around me Had an unknown reason of being fearful for so long Thinking, if its… — Shumila Shah Copy Share Image
“We had been here often before as tourists, desperate for our annual ration of two or three weeks of true heat and… — Peter Mayle Copy Share Image
There may be a time in life when one is tired of everything and feels as if all one does is wrong,… — Vincent Van Gogh Copy Share Image
History is the art of making an argument about the past by telling a story accountable to evidence. In the writing of… — Jill Lepore Copy Share Image
Remembrance of Jesus' passion will heal your soul of resentment, by making it ashamed of itself when it remembers the patience of… — John Climacus Copy Share Image
The wish to be understood may be our most vengeful demand, may be the way we hang on, as asults, to our… — Adam Phillips Copy Share Image
“Maybe universal nostalgia doesn't exist. Maybe each of us carries our own personal version of the better times. It's at about twnety-two… — Caleb J. Ross Copy Share Image