John Galsworthy Quotes

I get really homesick inside.

To see the ocean once is to learn how to miss it. ~Mistress Coyle

Back and forth she went each morning by the river, spring arriving once again; foolish, foolish spring, breaking open its tiny buds, and what she couldn’t stand was how—for many years, really—she had been made happy by such a thing. She had not thought she would ever become immune to the beauty of the physical world, but there you were. The river sparkled with the sun that rose, enough that she needed her sunglasses.

Here I am, safely returned over those peaks from a journey far more beautiful and strange than anything I had hoped for or imagined - how is it that this safe return brings such regret?

Sharp nostalgia, infinite and terrible, for what I already possess.

I've never really had anybody close to me die. I think the song is about a feeling that I have that, it still applies. It's a feeling of longing, once again.

Can Israelis be wistful? It is not the characteristic we usually associate with them; more typically they are said to be tough, sweet, angry, thoughtful, demanding - not wistful.

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

A memory is a beautiful thing, it's almost a desire that you miss.

I miss the game - I miss it a lot.

It's easy to understand why the most beautiful poems about England in the spring were written by poets living in Italy at the time.

When sparrows build and the leaves break forth, My old sorrow wakes and cries.

We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.

Oh, to be in England now that April's there.

The Portuguese and Galician term 'saudade' suggests a profoundly bittersweet nostalgia.

Chekhov is this poet of melancholy and isolation and of wishing you were somewhere else than where you are.

Homesickness is universal. But Neapolitan homesickness goes back further than the accidents of domicile. It is nostalgia for love and loss themselves, a soul-sickness caused by the very idea of leaving.

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

For whatever reason, I've always gravitated towards music that feels nostalgic or longing or beautifully tragic.

There's a sadness about love, a melancholy and a sadness about beauty. It's just part of the human experience of living on this planet.

All the best songs have an element of sadness.

But to Sam the evening deepened to darkness as he stood at the Haven; and as he looked at the grey sea he saw only a shadow in the waters that was soon lost in the West. There he stood far into the night, hearing only the sigh and murmur of the waves on the shores of Middle-Earth, and the sound of them sank deep into his heart.

The ancients waited for cherry blossoms, grieved when they were gone, and lamented their passing in countless poems. How very ordinary the poems had seemed to Sachiko when she read them as a girl, but now she knew, as well as one could know, that grieving over fallen cherry blossoms was more than a fad or convention.

Out my window.. I see everything I dream about and wished I had

I miss it every minute, and I have no wish at all to go back.