“The same thing that had happened with the flowers was happening with my longing: once I held it in my hands, I… — Carlos Ruiz Zafón Copy Share Image
There's a taste in the air, sweet and vaguely antiseptic, that reminds him of his teenage years in these streets, and of… — Ian Mcewan Copy Share Image
Stories open up new paths, sometimes send us back to old ones, and close off still others. Telling and listening to stories… — Arthur Kleinman Copy Share Image
When a daughter loses a mother, the intervals between grief responses lengthen over time, but her longing never disappears. It always hovers… — Hope Edelman Copy Share Image
Don't get too close to them, because they will run. Not because they're scared, but because your the one, so pause will… — Archie Copy Share Image
“Mr. Zweig always encouraged his friends to set down their reminiscences, not necessarily for publication but for the pleasure and benefit of… — Stefan Zweig Copy Share Image
“There was a long hard time when I kept far from me, the remembrance of what I had thrown away when I… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Remembrance is a beautiful flower in the garden of friendship,a friend is a person who never thinks of the last 3 letters… — Ella B Copy Share Image
“For this is the last best gift that the kindly demi-god is careful to bestow on those to whom he has revealed… — Kenneth Grahame Copy Share Image
Days and nights passed over this despair of flesh, but one morning he awoke, looked (with calm now) at the blurred things… — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
“In Maurilia, the traveler is invited to visit the city and, at the same time, to examine some old postcards that show… — Italo Calvino Copy Share Image
He shifted over without comment, lifting the blankets, and I scrambled into the warm sheets beside him. He smelled like soap and… — Josh Lanyon Copy Share Image
The hermeneutic consciousness, which must be awakened and kept awake, recognized that in the age of science philosophy's claim of superiority has… — Hans-Georg Gadamer Copy Share Image
A successful author is equally in danger of the diminution of his fame, whether he continues or ceases to write. The regard… — Samuel Johnson Copy Share Image
“I couldn't understand how boldness and sorrow, how you're so hard and do you really care for me? could be so thoroughly… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“Moderation and limitation represent the highest with regard to human strivings. If also an infinite longing never abandons the person because he… — Helmuth Plessner Copy Share Image
This is what happened when one left one's home - pieces of oneself scattered all over the world, no one place ever… — Tatjana Soli Copy Share Image
How terrible it is to have no cares, no longings. I do not fit. I feel too deeply and want too much.… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
“More are men's ends mark'd than their lives before: The setting sun, and music at the close, As the last taste of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“The nation-state at best is based on the social contract that is also an emotional contract, stamped by the charisma of the… — Brian Alexander Copy Share Image
Every mile was redolent of associations, which she would not have missed for the world, but each of which made her cry… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
But what's regret anyway? Regret, I am learning these days, is a lot of things. But mostly, it's a slippery seed of… — Allison Winn Scotch Copy Share Image
Death really did not matter to him but life did, and therefore the sensation he felt when they gave their decision was… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
“I love you, but I love the past even more. I long for it, I long for it, I am consumed with… — Henri Barbusse Copy Share Image
“It's just odd being a guest at the wedding. When you dreamed about it for so long, even if you we're a… — Harriet Evans Copy Share Image
That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you're not lonely and… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Why have we had to invent Eden, to live submerged in the nostalgia of a lost paradise, to make up utopias, propose… — Julio Cortazar Copy Share Image
We recognise that, with time, every human being will cease being, will only have been. And so we seek to resist time.… — Mohsin Hamid Copy Share Image
Responsible politicians should never indulge in nostalgia - it is too much of a distraction at a time when a rapidly changing… — Frans Timmermans Copy Share Image
“She thought, instead, with longing of more books—of buying books—of slipping into a narrative of other people’s lives. That was release.” — Peter Straub Copy Share Image
The end of anything is not fun because there's a nostalgia to it and everything else. Even the end of a bad… — Jessica Capshaw Copy Share Image
How do you go about finding anything? By keeping your mind and heart on it. Interest there must be and steady remembrance.… — Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj Copy Share Image
“Anna drove with the window rolled down, breathing in the essence of autumn: an exhalation of a forest readying itself for sleep,… — Nevada Barr Copy Share Image
If you've traveled independently through Tibet, Brandon Wilson's Yak Butter Blues will bring back memories...this lively memoir is sure to provide a… — Hannah Nordhaus Copy Share Image
Really, each era has its own false nostalgia. We all put a picket fence up around something. For my generation it was… — Gary Ross Copy Share Image
“People tended to get too nostalgic for such things, not realizing that there is very limited pride to be had in torturing… — Rick Gualtieri Copy Share Image
“Memories don't die, they become shelved in recesses of one's mind, resurfacing when the triggers of life re-ignite them, lighting up the… — Mala Naidoo Copy Share Image
I try not to lean too hard into nostalgia or anything. My favorite time to shoot New York is right now. People… — John Wilson Copy Share Image
“But the mother was especially admirable and worthy of honorable remembrance, for she watched the death of seven sons in the course… — 2 Maccabees 7 20 Copy Share Image
The lure of the past came up to grab me. To see a dagger slowly appearing, with its gold glint, through the… — Agatha Christie Copy Share Image
