“The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It’s the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared.”— Lois Lowry, amazon.com
“How could she feel nostalgia when he was right in front of her? How can you suffer from the absence of a person who is present?”— Milan Kundera, amazon.com
“Most of our childhood is stored not in photos, but in certain biscuits, lights of day, smells, textures of carpet.”— Alain de Botton, twitter.com
“Nostalgia is a dirty liar that insists things were better than they seemed.”— Michelle K., michellekpoems.tumblr.com
“Old souls are creatures of history and nostalgia. Given the richness of their imaginative worlds in their heads, it is important to communicate to them that you understand and remember their shared history, even the details. It tells them it meant something to you.”— Samira Khan, thoughtcatalog.com
“A long time back, I used to listen to a song by Dennis Wilson. It was from 'Pacific Ocean Blue', the album he made after The Beach Boys fell apart. There was a line in it I loved: "loneliness is a very special place." As a teenager, sitting on my bed on autumn evenings, I used to imagine that place…”— Olivia Laing, amazon.com
“The brain appears to possess a special area which we might call poetic memory and which records everything that charms or touches us, that makes our lives beautiful.”— Milan Kundera, amazon.com
“Tell me that you’re sorry. That you know we’re not stars. We’re just people. Tell me that you know there’s nothing poetic about plane tickets. Tell me that you want to buy them anyway.”— Trista Mateer, tristamateer.com
“Many people believe that memory works like a recording device. You just record the information, then you call it up and play it back when you want to answer questions or identify images. But decades of work in psychology has shown that this just isn’t true. Our memories are constructive. They’re rec…”— Elizabeth Loftus, ted.com
“I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel You were talking so brave and so sweet Giving me head on the unmade bed While the limousines wait in the street. Those were the reasons and that was New York, we were running for the money and the flesh. And that was called love for the workers in song, proba…”— Leonard Cohen, open.spotify.com
“I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm, your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm. Yes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new, in city and in forest they smiled like me and you. But let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't untie. Your eyes are soft wit…”— Leonard Cohen, open.spotify.com
“We met when we were almost young deep in the green lilac park. You held on to me like I was a crucifix as we went kneeling through the dark.”— Leonard Cohen, open.spotify.com
“Although the rain is neutral, although the rain is impersonal, it becomes for me a haunting and nostalgic sound.”— Sylvia Plath, amazon.com
“If you stay too long inside my memory, I will trap you in a song tied to a melody. And I will keep you there so you can't bother me.”— Bright Eyes, play.spotify.com