Sometimes nostalgia is a cage.
Perhaps - I want the old days back again and they'll never come back, and I am haunted by the memory of them and of the world falling about my ears.
The minute you think that the past was better, your present is second hand, and yourself becomes vintage - it’s okay for clothes not that great for people
Nostalgia, the vice of the aged.
Nostalgia, more than anything, gives us the shudder of our own imperfection. This is why with Chopin we feel so little like gods.
What stays with me most is a general sense of loss, unease, and longing for the past that cannot be relieved.
In America, nostalgia for things is apt to set in before they go.
For me, nostalgia is an involuntary emotion. ... I think it's just a natural human response to loss.
Today, nostalgia is almost as unacceptable as racism.
She lived in her past life — every letter seemed to recall some circumstance of it. How well she remembered them all! His looks and tones, his dress, what he said and how — these relics and remembrances of dead affection were all that were left her in the world.
I construct my memories with my present. I am lost, abandoned in the present. I try in vain to rejoin the past: I cannot escape.
We love to chew the cud of a foregone vision; to collect the scattered rays of a brighter phantasm, or act over again, with firmer nerves, the sadder nocturnal tragedies.
