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“We were together. I forget the rest.”
― Walt Whitman

“Once you embrace your value, talents and strengths, it neutralizes when others think less of you.”
― Rob Liano

“Nostalgia is an illness
for those who haven't realized
that today
is tomorrow's nostalgia.”
― Zeena Schreck

“Better to have it and not need it, then need it and not have it. Is that your logic?”
― R. Gerry Fabian, Just Out Of Reach

“I love how summer just wraps it’s arms around you like a warm blanket.”
― Kellie Elmore

“Okay then, the blood has dried into the shirt so as I cut it away, it may sting some as I pull it away. Can you be brave for me?”
― R. Gerry Fabian, Just Out Of Reach

“I want you to tell your aunt that she must convince your uncle to get a telephone installed. They are too old to live out there with no way to communicate with the outside world.”
― R. Gerry Fabian, Just Out Of Reach

“for those memories are now
just like these little kittens
I hold in my hands

those can be kissed
and treasured
but not held too tightly.”
― Sanober Khan, Turquoise Silence

“Growing up, I always had a soldier mentality. As a kid I wanted to be a soldier, a fighter pilot, a covert agent, professions that require a great deal of bravery and risk and putting oneself in grave danger in order to complete the mission. Even though I did not become all those things, and unless my predisposition, in its youngest years, already had me leaning towards them, the interest that was there still shaped my philosophies. To this day I honor risk and sacrifice for the good of others - my views on life and love are heavily influenced by this.”
― Criss Jami, Healology

“Because we didn’t have a lot of money, presents were few and heartfelt. I wrote letters to Santa and dreamed about my gifts, looked at the Sears & Roebuck or Monkey Ward catalog and dog-eared pages so I could revisit them often.”
― Larada Horner-Miller, Hair on Fire: A Heartwarming & Humorous Christmas Memoir

“Some stories are rooted in adventure, some in strife. Others are born of the heart, and the horrors and the joys locked therein are often immeasurable, and make us truly wonder what became of those children we once were.”
― David E. Hilton, Kings of Colorado

“Write me a story where there is no ending, Kitt.”
― Rebecca Ross, Ruthless Vows

“A strange breeze rustled through the clearing, temporarily overpowering the stink of trash and murk. It brought the smell of berries and wildflowers and clean rainwater, things that might've once been in these woods. Suddenly I was nostalgic for something I'd never knew.”
― Rick Riordan, The Lightning Thief

“Deep in the forest a call was sounding, and as often as he heard this call, mysteriously thrilling and luring, he felt compelled to turn his back upon the fire and the beaten earth around it, and to plunge into the forest”
― Jack London, The Call of the Wild

“I remember when I was very young how, in the big living room of the house in San Francisco, my mother's photograph, which stood all by itself on the mantelpiece, seemed to rule the room. It was as though her photograph proved her spirit dominated that air and controlled us all. I remember the shadows gathering in the far corners of the room, in which I never felt at home, and my father washed in the gold light which spilled down on him from the tall lamp which stood beside his easy chair.”
― James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room

“There was once a town in the heart of America where all life seemed to live in harmony with its surroundings.”
― Rachel Carson, Silent Spring

“La trataron como si fuese un frágil objeto de cristal: como si pudiera hacerse añicos entre sus manos si aplicaban demasiada presión.

Y la trataron así por tanto tiempo que, incluso, llegó a creerlo. Llegó a creer que se rompería si la presionaban demasiado.”
― Antonia Guzmán, Incandescente

“The Reaping by Stewart Stafford

Paint a nostalgic landscape today,
A harvest gifted once in this way,
Stranger's yields come to pass,
Only that season's memory lasts.

A fallow field to revisit in time,
Golden reaping of a private mind,
As gleaners, newcomers gather,
Reminiscence thickens to slather.

As the body grows old like the land,
With crop circles on backs of hands,
In solstice, your seed does replenish,
Past where scars of life can blemish.

© Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“Listening to some songs makes us nostalgic. All the past memories flood our mind, and we begin to miss our hometown achingly.”
― Avijeet Das

“I have never returned to this lost paradise. Sometimes I am struck with the sudden desire to go to the Gare de lest, board the Orient Express, and retrace the route between Innsbruck and Plumeshof. As I so often saw other more or less close friends of the Welser family do, I fantasize about showing up without warning in the pretty meadow surrounded by fir trees and making the climb to the house while thinking only of Aunt Heidi, who has long since gone the to join her two older sons and their father in heaven. I would concentrate on her so strongly that I would eventually see her again on the doorstep, hastily drying her flour-covered hands in her apron; her opal eyes would brighten when she saw me. She would spread her arms while joyfully shouting: "Franziska!" and I would run to her calling back, "Aunt Heidi, Aunt Heidi!" Kurt's Kurt's contagious laughter would echo in the distance. Lilo, smiling, would be hanging out the laundry. A lifetime of love would still be stretching out before them. A delicious aroma of pancakes would be drifting in the air ... The large earthenware oven, the eiderdown quilts, the painted wooden chairs with a little heart carved in them like the shutters ... nothing would have changed.”
― Françoise Hardy, The Despair of Monkeys and Other Trifles: A Memoir by Françoise Hardy

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“Idea: A Napster for borrowed nostalgia. It's a place you go to where you can download others' memories.”
― Jarod Kintz, A Memoir of Memories and Memes

“Nostalgia feels as a sadness because it’s heavy. Thoughts bring moments, and these moments bring weight. It’s not ever truly sadness, but bittersweet. It’s like our hearts calling back to times that moved us, moments that linger. Even with its weight, there’s a quaint beauty in that pull towards what used to be.”
― Dominic Riccitello

“We move in moments, yet the moment doesn’t move. We move in the moment and that moment pauses. We reflect in years to come. The scent, the touch, the taste, the feeling that moment brought. That is nostalgia building, a memory forming. When we stop, we appreciate because we don’t always have what we want. We don’t always have what’s best, but we can reflect and appreciate what we had in that moment.”
― Dominic Riccitello

“Sometimes I still think of you. It’s usually when the night’s chilly and nostalgia sets in. We remember moments to create bittersweet realities of past adventures which weren’t so. It wasn’t nice, it wasn’t fun, it was anxiety ridden and my mind created false memories to help sole the situation. It doesn’t help, it hurts, and that’s the reality you must remember when your mind gets the best of you.”
― Dominic Riccitello

“Nostalgia hits because it was real. It was pure innocence of a moment. It wasn’t trying, it wasn’t based on ego. Nostalgic moments are times of existence when nothing truly mattered. It was you, your thoughts and yourself in a second. It’s a feeling of purity in a moment so truthful to your own being. That’s why it mattered enough to make an impact.”
― Dominic Riccitello

“I would have liked to share this moment with you. Look, look! What an amazing view.
But I can't. I have only memories now, of me and you. Of all the love we shared, just passing through. What sadness is this? Is it really true? Sometimes, I have no clue.”
― Miguel Ferreira-Pinto

“Mountains in the distance remind me of you.”
― Dominic Riccitello

“Therefore, as God’s chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience.”
― Diane Green

“I'm a veracious Nostalgic.”
― Sino Melo