Painful Nostalgia Quotes

Perfect little dream, The kind that hurts the most.

Either the memory of past bliss is the anguish of to-day; or the agonies which are have their origins in ecstasies which might have been.

See the hand that nursed the serpent. The fine hasped pipes of her fingerbones. The skin bewenned and speckled. The veins are milkblue and bulby. A thin gold ring set with diamonds. That raised the once child's heart of her to agonies of passion before I was. Here is the anguish of mortality. Hopes wrecked, love sundered. See the mother sorrowing. How everything that I was warned of's come to pass.

Sometimes the memory of happiness cannot stay true because it ended unhappily.

how sad and bad and mad it was - but then, how it was sweet

When she looked at herself in her wedding photographs, Ammu felt the woman that looked back at her was someone else. A foolish jewelled bride. Her silk sunset-coloured sari shot with gold. Rings on every finger. White dots of sandalwood paste over her arched eye-brows. Looking at herself like this, Ammu's soft mouth would twist into a small, bitter smile at the memory - not of the wedding itself so much as the fact that she had permitted herself to be so painstakingly decorated before being led to the gallows. It seemed so absurd. So futile. Like polishing firewood.

Our memories have voices, too. Often sad ones that clamor like raised arms in the dark.

It is pleasant to recall past troubles.

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

Memories, so sweet and bitter.. they had both nourished and devoured him for so many years. Until a time came when they began to fade, turning faint and blurred, only an ache to be quickly pushed away because it went to your heart. For what was the use of remembering all you had lost?

The fairest things have fleetest end, Their scent survives their close: But the rose's scent is bitterness To him that loved the rose.

I could bear the memory, but I could not bear the music that made the memory such a killing thing.