Kim

“I became quietly seized with that nostalgia that overcomes you when you have reached the middle of your life and your father has recently died and it dawns on you that when he went he took some of you with him.”
― Bill Bryson, The Lost Continent: Travels in Small-Town America

“It wasn't that I wanted to know her now. I wanted to have already known her. I wanted her fears and her desires to have shaped my life. I know this is not love, of course. What it is is a queer feeling of nostalgia for an impossible future, for what can never be. That's fantasy. Love is different.”
― John Dufresne, Love Warps the Mind a Little

“Nostalgia não é saudade.
sim, são sinonimas, mas "sinônimo" é o mismo que "semelhante" e não "idêntico"
"Idêntico" é cem por cento "igual", enquanto que em "semelhante há pelo menos um percentual minimo de "diferente", de cualquier maneira saudade não e nostalgia.
Nostalgia é a nausea que se encontra numa paisagem. num cheiro. numa música, num vento que nos carrega para tão proximo de reviver una história, porem se esvai num relance.
Saudade é a falta que se sente do que já se foi, saudade se afina, saudade não e provocada no lance de uma sensação. Saudade e a própia sensação constante, um sentimiento abstrato quase sólido a beira do palpável.”
― Juliano Ramos de Oliveira

“It's one thing to develop a nostalgia for home while you're boozing with Yankee writers in Martha's Vineyard or being chased by the bulls in Pamplona. It's something else to go home and visit with the folks in Reed's drugstore on the square and actually listen to them. The reason you can't go home again is not because the down-home folks are mad at you--they're not, don't flatter yourself, they couldn't care less--but because once you're in orbit and you return to Reed's drugstore on the square, you can stand no more than fifteen minutes of the conversation before you head for the woods, head for the liquor store, or head back to Martha's Vineyard, where at least you can put a tolerable and saving distance between you and home. Home may be where the heart is but it's no place to spend Wednesday afternoon.”
― Walker Percy, Lost in the Cosmos: The Last Self-Help Book