Frederick Locker-Lampson Quotes

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

And in vain does the dreamer rummage about in his old dreams, raking them over as though they were a heap of cinders, looking into these cinders for some spark, however tiny, to fan it into a flame so as to warm his chilled blood by it and revive in it all that he held so dear before, all that touched his heart, that made his blood course through his veins, that drew tears from his eyes, and that so splendidly deceived him!

When people hear good music, it makes them homesick for something they never had, and never will have.

Pale hands I loved beside the Shalimar, where are you now? Who lies beneath your spell?

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

My love for the band is still there. It hasn't changed, maybe that's why it's so painful these days.

In 1957's 'There's No You,' Sinatra is suspended at the intersection of a loss he can't face and a memory he can't relinquish.

In love, unlike most other passions, the recollection of what you have had and lost is always better than what you can hope for in the future.

My favorite songs to sing have always been songs about regret. I don't know why that is, but to me, that's country music.

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

When the poet is in love, he is incapable of writing poetry on love. He has to write when he remembers that he was in love.

I loved the idea of Travolta sitting on the kid's swing, pining away for his girlfriend.

Love becomes logically true when lost but still sought from the same source.

How far away the stars seem, and how far is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart.

I get really homesick inside.

Fare thee well my nightingale, I lived but to be near you. Thow you are singing somewhere still I can no longer hear you.

I have stayed these years in my hovel because of you. I have taught myself languages because of you. I have made my body strong because I thought you might be pleased by a strong body. I have lived my life with only the prayer that some sudden dawn you might glance in my direction. I have not known a moment in years when the sight of you did not send my heart careening against my rib cage. I have not known a night when your visage did not accompany me to sleep. There has not been a morning when you did not flutter behind my waking eyelids.

Down the street the dogs are barking And the day is getting dark. As the night comes in a-falling, The dogs´ll lose their bark And the silent night will shatter From the sounds inside my mind, For I´m one to many mornings And a thousand miles behind. From the crossroads of my doorstep, My eyes they start to fade, As I turn my head back to the room Where my love and I have laid.

Clouds pass and disperse. Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables? Is it for such I agitate my heart?

But oh! as to embrace me she inclin'd, I wak'd, she fled, and day brought back my night.

Fro and to in my dreams to you To the haunting tune of the harp For the price I paid when you died that day I paid that day with my heart Fro and to in my dreams to you With the breaking of my heart Ne'er more again will I sing this song Ne'er more will I hear the harp.

I stayed there loving you, though the love made me, not sad but I guess melancholy, for a reason I couldn’t point to.

Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more!

Chicken,' Josie said. 'Have you ever been in love?' Peter looked at Josie, and thought of how they had once tied a note with their addresses to a helium balloon and let it go in her backyard, certain it would reach Mars. Instead, they had received a letter from a widow who lived two blocks away. 'Yeah,' he said. 'I think so.

In her heart she longed for this man, dreamed of a life that could never be.