Quotes About Reminiscence

One man's remorse is another man's reminiscence.

Sometimes I can't sleep because I miss you all so much. And sometimes I don't think about you at all.

Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, My heart untravelled, fondly turns to thee; Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain, And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.

Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see,My heart untravel'd fondly turns to thee;Still to my brother turns with ceaseless pain,And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.

There is no time like the old time, when you and I were young.

Idyllic memories are merely a jeweled noose.

You miss her, don't you?" "Yes.

encontré una tacita de porcelana que se había caído de un poste. Recordé que cuando eramos chicos las rompíamos con la honda y eso me dio un poco de tristeza. Sin saber por qué me la guardé en el bolsillo y la fui acariciando con los dedos mientras pensaba en los tiempos del colegio, cuando creía que tenía una vida por delante.

Tenia unos ojos muy verdes y una mirada inteligente y cálida que me recordaba a otra, más lejana.

Abington, Glass of '64. Jenny was a year behind me and Wayne.

I don't have the total recall that makes the ideal autobiographer, nor have I kept diaries. I have always lived very much in the present, remembering only what seemed to be worth retelling. Even that ability is now partly gone; when I try to recall more recent memories they are fewer and less clear than those of my early days.

My last good memory of the eighties, before everything went dark, was being sent to Wormwood Scrubs. Not because I'd broken the law again – amazingly – but because I was asked to play a gig there.

Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Conversations in French bubble around me like a long-forgotten perfume I am desperate to inhale. Familiar words trickle back, first in a stream then a river, though I've scarcely heard them in half a century.

rousing myself from my memories.

The great times were never as great as they seem in the rearview mirror.

This nostalgia, like much nostalgia, was not for something actually experienced and lost, but for a notion held in the fond focus of the imagination.

There is always something to miss, no matter where you are.

There are always things to miss," said Maggie. "No matter where you are.

Do you often wear this dress?" He pointed to the black satin dress with the two yellow swallows. "I found it here when I rented the room. It must have belonged to the previous lodger." "Or perhaps to you, in an earlier life."

And then the next fifteen years fell apart: a few blurry faces, a few vague memories, ashes...

Bien des années plus tard, un après-midi que je marchais dans les parages du Val-de-Grâce, j'ai essayé de retrouver ce hôtel. Je n'avais noté ni le nom ni l'adresse sur le carnet noir, comme on évite d'écrire les détails trop intimes de notre vie, de crainte qu'une fois fixés sur le papier ils ne nous appartiennent plus.

Beer dulls a memory, brand sets it burning, but wine is the best for a sore heart's yearning." He paused and turned to looked at me, his brow furrowed. "I can't remember the rest of that. Can you?" "Never heard it before," I said. "But Teccam claims that out of all the spirits, only wine is suited to reminiscence. He said a good wine allows clarity and focus, while still allowing a bit of comforting coloration of the memory.

But Teccam claims that out of all the spirits, only wine is suited to reminiscence. He said a good wine allows clarity and focus, while still allowing a bit of comforting coloration of the memory.