Murray said, ´I don ´t trust anybody ´s nostalgia but my own. Nostalgia is a product of dissatisfaction and rage. It ´s a settling of grievances between the present and the past. The more powerful the nostalgia, the closer you come to violence. War is the form nostalgia takes when men are hard-pressed to say something good about their country. ´
It isn't necessary to imagine the world ending in fire or ice. There are two other possibilities: one is paperwork, and the other is nostalgia. Eventually within the next quarter of a century, the nostalgia cycles will be so close together that people will not be able to take a step without being nostalgic for the one they just took. At that point, everything stops. Death by Nostalgia.
I believe nostalgia has many appearances and that it's not just the privilege of adults. I think children too can have nostalgia. It's one of mankind's most shared emotions. It's one of the things that makes us human. When you live, you lose things. It's a fact of life. So it's natural for everyone to have nostalgia.
Time has lost all meaning in that nightmare alley of the Western world known as the American mind. We wallow in nostalgia but manage to get it all wrong. True nostalgia is an ephemeral composition of disjointed memories... but American-style nostalgia is about as ephemeral as copyrighted d?j? vu.
Was it possible to feel nostalgic about something that had never happened to him, possible for nostalgia to be taken in by the body as a free pathogen to infect the consciousness with stray sentiments? Perhaps, in his dreams, he had traveled back in time, or even drifted into another dimension of space-time and inhabited the body, experiences, and nostalgia of another. To even envisage so allowed the trauma of those lost moments, though not his own, to draw from him a certain envy for the entity in whose memories he had basked vicariously... Perhaps, nostalgia was a microorganism... the bacterium that infected... Yes... maybe he was sick.
There is no place for nostalgia in a progressive world. The new school not only ignores nostalgia, but condemns it. The world of yesterday is becoming an isolated world of remembrances and echoes so forbidden that, to decorate the present with it, you must often do so with a sense of humor or belong to a select group.
But I've been turning over in my mind the question of nostalgia, and whether I suffer from it. I certainly don't get soggy at the memory of some childhood knickknack; nor do I want to deceive myself sentimentally about something that wasn't even true at the time""love of the old school, and so on. But if nostalgia means the powerful recollection of strong emotions""and a regret that such feelings are no longer present in our lives""then I plead guilty.
We seem to be going through a period of nostalgia, and everyone seems to think yesterday was better than today. I don't think it was, and I would advise you not to wait ten years before admitting today was great. If you're hung up on nostalgia, pretend today is yesterday and just go out and have one hell of a time.
Sentimentality and nostalgia are closely related. Kissing cousins. I have no time for nostalgia, though. Nostalgics believe the past is nicer than the present. It isn't. Or wasn't. Nostalgics want to cuddle the past like a puppy. But the past has bloody teeth and bad breath. I look into its mouth like a sorrowing dentist.
Nostalgia is a necessary thing, I believe, and a way for all of us to find peace in that which we have accomplished, or even failed to accomplish. At the same time, if nostalgia precipitates actions to return to that fabled, rosy-painted time, particularly in one who believes his life to be a failure, then it is an empty thing, doomed to produce nothing but frustration and an even greater sense of failure.
Madame Bovary is one my favorite novels. Emma Bovary will always be an enigma, but as the years pass, I feel that I understand her better. She has a violent nostalgia, almost an infantile nostalgia, to be understood by the men surrounding her. I like her relentless fight for independence, her rebellion against the mediocre, and her quest for the sublime, even if she burns her wigs in the process. I like that Flaubert never judges her morally for her self-destructiveness, for her desperate attempt to satisfy her wildest desires and appetites.
The danger of restorative nostalgia lies in its belief that the mutilated 'wholeness' of the body politic can be repaired. But the reflective nostalgic understands deep down that loss is irrecoverable: Time wounds all wholes. To exist in Time is to suffer through an endless exile, a successive severing from those precious few moments of feeling at home in the world. In pop terms, Morrissey is the supreme poet of reflective nostalgia.
La nostalgia no es un sentimiento estetico, ni siquiera este¡ ligada al recuerdo de la felicidad, se siente nostalgia de un lugar simplemente porque uno ha vivido ahe, poco importa si bien o mal; el pasado siempre es bonito, y tambien el futuro, solo duele el presente y cargamos con el como un absceso de sufrimiento que nos acompae±a entre dos infinitos de apacible felicidad
Nostalgia ne£o e saudade. sim, se£o sinonimas, mas "sine´nimo" e o mismo que "semelhante" e ne£o "ideªntico" "Ideªntico" e cem por cento "igual", enquanto que em "semelhante he¡ pelo menos um percentual minimo de "diferente", de cualquier maneira saudade ne£o e nostalgia. Nostalgia e a nausea que se encontra numa paisagem. num cheiro. numa meºsica, num vento que nos carrega para te£o proximo de reviver una historia, porem se esvai num relance. Saudade e a falta que se sente do que je¡ se foi, saudade se afina, saudade ne£o e provocada no lance de uma sensae§e£o. Saudade e a propia sensae§e£o constante, um sentimiento abstrato quase solido a beira do palpe¡vel.
Juliano Ramos de Oliveira
When it comes to the selections, I heard several observers claim that the Academy was embracing 'nostalgia' by honoring The Artist and Hugo. Give me a break! Hugo represents cutting-edge storytelling by a world-class director-in 3-D, no less. The Artist dares to revisit a form of cinema that was abandoned in the late 1920s. The Academy members admired these films for making the past seem immediate and relevant. That has nothing to do with nostalgia; it has everything to do with great moviemaking, which is what the Academy Awards are all about.
Freedom, "that terrible word inscribed on the chariot of the storm, " is the motivating principle of all revolutions. Without it, justice seems inconceivable to the rebel's mind. There comes a time, however, when justice demands the suspension of freedom. Then terror, on a grand or small scale, makes its appearance to consummate the revolution. Every act of rebellion expresses a nostalgia for innocence and an appeal to the essence of being. But one day nostalgia takes up arms and assumes the responsibility of total guilt; in other words, adopts murder and violence.