Quotes About Nostalgia

In all the cities of this year I have longed for the other city.

1. Cellular reality everything consists of small cells, each in its own cell, in which there is a smaller cell and so on to infinity, a prison, not reality, each in its own cell in its own space. Everyone is at the micro-cellular level of perfectionism, morally limited in their cells of egoism. 2. Desires are the karmic nostalgia of deja vu, eternal oblivion in the endless time loops of a vicious childhood of illusions. Author: Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

1. Deadly black humor of reality leads to a gene mutation of thinking. 2. 1. Inspiration is like a siren singing. 2. Golden petals of autumn as a dream of death, and golden nostalgia for the past life. Author: Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

1. The world is tearing to pieces from billions of egoists, for one joy of a crowd of egoists scavengers. 2. Rumination of karmic thoughts in reincarnation drives you deeper and deeper into your mind. 3. Silence will turn you into a genius. 4. Amnesia of reincarnation is a karmic regeneration of nostalgia of feelings and emotions. Author: Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

A person living in the past is a mummy from a videotape of memories.

Life is nostalgia for happiness, which is replaced by the amnesia of eternity. Consciousness turns into undead, merged together with the endless voids of reality.

Love is phantom nostalgia.

Memory is a Polaroid camera, where from the negative of the film of bad impressions, from the emptiness of nothingness, a touching nostalgia manifests itself.

Memory is a Polaroid camera, where touching nostalgia manifests itself from the negative of the film of bad impressions, from the void of nothingness.

Memory is a talking toy, by pressing on different parts of the body, you can hear the recording of retro memories.

Money is an evolutionary, infantile stagnation in brain development. At the expense of money, a person seeks to return to childhood and stay there.

While she eventually adjusts to the faded motivational posters featuring long-dead baby animals and the fifties-era reading books whose soporific effects have intensified with each decade of use she can't get it out of of her head that while she is speeding around in circles waiting to be told when to stop other kids are flying to the moon.

Red is one of my favorite colors, but blue is my first favorite, because when I was 6 years old, I lived with my grandfather in Seattle, me & my grandfather used to sit outside and look up at the blue sky."

What really makes my day is to see this picture of me graduating from Osseo senior high school in 2016."

To visit certain streets was to realise that only the sky remained unchanged there.

I wish I'd been born in another time, another place. Then maybe I could've escaped fate… maybe I could've been your darling.

There would be no more presents of fossils or bribes of sweet desserts, no more ambushing kisses, no more challenges, no more Drew. The rocks in her gut turning to blocks of ice, she took a step toward the den, intent on following his fading scent.

I think, to be missed is a gift. To be remembered an even bigger one.

She calls herself Fleet 'cause she used to be a flute player, back in the day. BC, you know?" "British Colombia?" He looked sad. "No, Before Crack.

They were walking along a roadway of great slabs of stone set down one after another, the beginning and end of which they could take in at a glance, a road rising from and heading toward nowhere now. "You can't get there from here," William said, using a Down East accent. "Anymore." Maine, they thought of Maine, then. Evidently this truncated road could still carry them as far away and as long ago as that.

Llueve tanto como el día que nos conocimos, el noviembre pasado. Las gotas son tan gordas que caen como en cintas, ¿te acuerdas?

Ask friends about the people and places that shaped them, and summer springs up quickly when they tell their story: their first kiss, first beer, first job that changed everything.

You've got to pay visits to your memories from time to time. You've got to feed them, take them out and air them, show them around, tell them to other people or to yourself. If you don't, they waste away.

Your childhood stays with you all your life, no matter where you go.