What was our life like? I almost don't remember now. Though I remember it, the space of time it occupied. And I remember it fondly.

The heart of marriage is memories; and if the two of you happen to have the same ones and can savor your reruns, then your marriage is a gift from the gods.

Memories lie slumbering within us for months and years, quietly proliferating, until they are woken by some trifle and in some strange way blind us to life.

Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar...

True nostalgia is an ephemeral composition of disjointed memories

From an evolutionary point of view, most emotions - fear, desire, anger - serve some practical purpose, but nostalgia is a useless, futile thing because it is a longing for something that is permanently lost . . . .