Quotes About Nostalgia

when we were kids laying around the lawn on our bellies we often talked about how we'd like to die and we all agreed on the same thing; we'd all like to die fucking (although none of us had done any fucking) and now that we are hardly kids any longer we think more about how not to die and although we're ready most of us would prefer to do it alone under the sheets now that most of us have fucked our lives away.

Trapped don't undress my love you might find a mannequin: don't undress the mannequin you might find my love. she's long ago forgotten me. she's trying on a new hat and looks more the coquette than ever. she is a child and a mannequin and death. I can't hate that. she didn't do anything unusual. I only wanted her to.

and love was lightning and remembrance

but isn't there always one good thing to look back on? think of how many cups of coffee we drank together.

I wish I were driving a blue 1952 Buick or a dark blue 1942 Buick or a blue 1932 Buick over a cliff of hell and into the sea.

And I said to myself that he was the first thing that I had ever missed in my life.

human relationships simply aren't durable. I think back to the women in my life. they seem non-existent.

Angels, we have grown apart.

you are yesterday's bouquet so sadly raided

when you're young a pair of female high-heeled shoes just sitting alone in the closet can fire your bones; when you're old it's just a pair of shoes without anybody in them and just as well.

I remember when each 4th lot was vacant and overgrown, and the landlord only go this rent when you had it, and each day was clear and good and each moment was full of promise.

I would have loved you more if I had sat in a small room rolling a cigarette and listened to you piss in the bathroom, but that didn't happen.

I went over to see Marina two or three or four times a week. I knew as long as I could see the girl I would be all right…. Soon after, I got a letter from Fay. She and the child were living in a hippie commune in New Mexico. It was a nice place, she said. Marina would be able to breathe there. She enclosed a little drawing the girl had made for me.

and you go on toward your ocean, the cigar biting your lips the way love used to.

Prazan džep ima neku primjesu romantizma samo kada si jako mlad.

I don't know why, but with each new woman it seemed like the first time, almost as if I had never been with a woman before.

New Year's Eve is like any other eve to me: I drink.

you feel that you've wasted your years and yourself it didn't work for me either but isn't there always one good thing to look back on? think of how many cups of coffee we drank together.

Eleven years. Although each night had been long, the years had gone fast.

the most immense thing about beauty is finding it gone.

but when I see those lovely old boxcars with their faded painted lettering and those flat cars and those fat round tankers all lined up and waiting I get quiet inside I get what other men get from other things I just feel better and it's good to feel better whenever you can not needing a reason.

we were never children like your children. We do not understand love songs like your inamorata.

I bought two tall six-packs of Schlitz and went back to my place and drank down the requiem.

Youth, you son of a bitch, where did you go?