Quotes About Reminiscence

Many stories come from the dressing room that one doesn't speak when you are playing but can do once retired.

Remaking 'Karzzz' was like revisiting childhood.

The one moment above all that fans bring up from my career when they run into me is the Savage match. Here it is, 30 years later, and everywhere I go that's what people want to talk about.

I can't say it wasn't fun in the 70s having screaming people in the audience.

I still talk incessantly about 'SCTV,' and I say, 'Screw the kids!'

Sometimes it does me good to look back at the days when the living wasn't so good. I remember in 1945 the dressing-rooms were gone, the park was in ruins, no stand, nothing.

Everything in Italy that is particularly elegant and grand borders upon insanity and absurdity or at least is reminiscent of childhood.

I'd like to cook for my granny one more time. I cooked for her a couple of times before she passed away, but I wasn't really old enough.

How do you know, Dan? You were so young when they died. Do you really remember them?" "Not in my mind," Dan replied, gazing at the passing scenery. "But everyplace else...

Ararsa yokum. Ben bir rüyay?m art?k. Arzu ile tekrar görülemem. Haf?zas?nda yadigâr?m.

experience I was keen to repeat. Meanwhile, Kaltenbrunner

When you're my age, Tom, you live in the Past a great deal. You remember it; you dream of it.

I listen to you, but all I want to remember is your skin, your smell, the life that pulses within you.

Depuis, il n'y a pas un jour où je n'ai regretté ce baiser que je ne lui ai pas donné. « Bonne route... » m'a-t-elle dit. Ce furent ses derniers mots. Et ce sont mes petits trésors. Je les ai encore dans l'oreille, intacts, et je les fais jouer chaque soir. Bonne route... Je n'ai plus son visage, mais j'ai sa voix, je le jure.

Our dog died from licking our wedding picture.

You wind back the clock several decades when you visit a Lonely Place; and when you touch down, you half expect a cabin attendant to announce, "We have now landed in Lonely Place's Down-at-Heels Airport, where the local time is 1943 and the temperature is...frozen.

Lì, accatastati, coperti da un cellophane appannato, ci sono i resti dell'estate: un tavolino pieghevole, qualche sedia bianca, vasi di fiori ormai secchi

My childhood is in my brother's house, and I like to visit there and be reminded.

My mother was a Swede who grew up in Denmark. When I go there, I visit the street where she grew up and look at her house, which is still there, and the snowberry bush, from which she ate some berries and had to have her stomach pumped.

As an adult, I have got few chances to visit Delhi's places such as Chandni Chowk or Janakpuri, but my connection to these places is still strong, as I would go there as a child.

Every childhood has its talismans, the sacred objects that look innocuous enough to the outside world, but that trigger an onslaught of vivid memories when the grown child confronts them.

I probably remember the 1954 Masters more vividly than any of the others.

As far as my memory being reliable, at the risk of sounding like some sort of gorgeous two-headed monster with the voices of Dave Barry and Erma Bombeck, I do think that women, like elephants, remember everything and love peanuts.

When you left on Saturday, I felt a horrible void, I saw you everywhere, on the beach, in your room, in the garden: impossible for me to get used to the idea that you had left.