Nostalgia, as always, had wiped away bad memories and magnified the good ones. No one was safe from its onslaught.[La nostalgia, como siempre, había borrado los malos recuerdos y magnificado los buenos. Nadie se salvaba de sus estragos.]
We outgrow love, like other things And put it in the drawer – Till it an Antique fashion shows – Like Costumes Grandsires wore.
We have seen better days.
We are torn between nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange. As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known.
We are homesick most for the places we have never known.
Past and to come seems best, things present worst.
Now and then, when I grow nostalgic about my ocean childhood—the wauling of gulls and the smell of salt, somebody solicitous will bundle me into a car and drive me to the nearest briny horizon.
I was adored once too.