Jodi Picoult Quotes

Everything inside me screams for just one more kiss, one more word, one more glance, one more.

If only Jupiter would restore me those bygone years.

Wish I could spin my world into reverse just to have you back again

Nostalgia is not what it used to be.

What I want back is what I was.

Nostalgia is something we think of as fuzzy. But it's pain. Pain concerning the past.

Nostalgia isn't what it used to be.

Nostalgia is always doomed and dooming.

I miss the game - I miss it a lot.

The saddest thing is that when I sat down to rehearse for the Pixies, I couldn't believe that I had given up something that I loved. Now I hold the drum at night and I want to go to bed with it.

There is no past that we can bring back to us by the longing for it.

The only time I get a tear in my eye is when I think of what I can possibly miss.

I lost track of it thereafter. I wish I had a piece of it. That would have been very, very nice. It was one of those little things they get you on the Bond and then suddenly your face is every which way.

I cling to my memories of glorious desperation.

when you want something so desperately, you shake with the need for it. you tell yourself that you don't need more than one sip, because it's just the taste you crave, and once it's on your tongue you will be able to make it last alifetime. you dream of it at night. you see a thousand mile-high obstacles between where you stand and what you want, and you convince yourself you have the power to hurdle them. you tell yourself this even when, leaping the first block, you wind up bruised and bloodied and flattened.

Taste of metal on my tongue. Poison the color of envy- I'm delirious, you're delicious, I'm deluded and delusional. I'm lost without you. I need you.

From daydreams on the road there was no waking. He plodded on. He could remember everything of her save her scent. Seated in a theatre with her beside him leaning forward listening to the music. Gold scrollwork and sconces and the tall columnar folds of the drapes at either side of the stage. She held his hand in her lap and he could feel the tops of her stockings through the thin stuff of her summer dress. Freeze this frame. Now call down your dark and your cold and be damned.

There's no ifs and buts or maybes, you're gonna miss, you're gonna miss my loving.

It becomes increasingly easy, as you get older, to drown in nostalgia.

Perhaps - I want the old days back again and they'll never come back, and I am haunted by the memory of them and of the world falling about my ears.

Some of these days, Oh, you'll miss me honey

Who that has plodded on to middle age would take back upon his shoulders ten of the vanished years, with their mingled pleasures and pains? Who would return to the youth he is forever pretending to regret?

Can't repeat the past?" he cried incredulously. "Why of course you can!" He looked around him wildly, as if the past were lurking here in the shadow of his house, just out of reach of his hand.

For the moment I can only cry out that I have lost my splendid mirage. Come back, come back, O glittering and white!

Nostalgia for what we have lost is more bearable than nostalgia for what we have never had, for the first involves knowledge and pleasure, the second only ignorance and pain.