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.

I prefer the mystic clouds of nostalgia to the real thing, to be honest.

Nostalgia isn't what it used to be.

This was nostalgia in the literal Greek sense: the pain of not being able to return to one's home and family.

I remember those days with Bergman with great nostalgia. We were aware that the films were going to be quite important, and the work felt meaningful.

I don't have a great nostalgia for the past.

I've never returned to the locations. I do remember certain days more clearly than others and certain locations with a sense of nostalgia. Perhaps one day, I'll bring my daughter to see them, if she's interested.

The scenic ideals that surround even our national parks are carriers of a nostalgia for heavenly bliss and eternal calmness.

Nostalgia is not what it used to be.

I feel like I've never had a home, you know? I feel related to the country, to this country, and yet I don't know exactly where I fit in... There's always this kind of nostalgia for a place, a place where you can reckon with yourself.

I hate nostalgia, I want nothing to do with it.

I don't like nostalgia unless it's mine.

I know what it's like to be in one place and dream of another. I also know what it's like to feel that nostalgia is a fairly useless thing because it is stasis.

I don't think nostalgia has to be negative.

Distance not only gives nostalgia, but perspective, and maybe objectivity.