Quotes About Reminiscence

Aquella llegada a Glastonbury era como visitar la tumba de su juventud.

I'd give something to see that. Mostly, I'd just to look over the country around the gorge again, just to bring some of it clear in my mind again. I been away a long time.

But I must admit I miss you terribly. The world is too quiet without you nearby.

In forgetting, they were trying to remember.

Remembrance of things past.

But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,All losses are restor'd and sorrows end.

Now I carry those days in a tiny box wherever I go. I open the lid like this and let the light glimpse and then glance away. There is a sigh like my breath when I do this. Some days I do this again and again. — William Stafford, from "Remembering," The Darkness Around Us Is Deep: Selected Poems , ed. Robert Bly (HarperPerennial, 1993)

After the last shovel of dirt was patted in place, I sat down and let my mind drift back through the years. I thought of the old K. C. Baking Powder can, and the first time I saw my pups in the box at the depot. I thought of the fifty dollars, the nickels and dimes, and the fishermen and blackberry patches. I looked at his grave and, with tears in my eyes, I voiced these words: "You were worth it, old friend, and a thousand times over.

It was not that he didn't remember he once had another sort of life. But, like the old yellowing photograph at home, which he did not burn, it was sad to think about, and far away, like another world that had disappeared forever.

When I didn't see you, I thought about you every day, I mean every day, in some way or another." - Emma

That was how long ago?

We passed upon the stair, we spoke of was and when Although I wasn't there, he said I was his friend Which came as some surprise I spoke into his eyes I thought you died alone, a long long time ago.

It's odd the things that people remember. Parents will arrange a birthday party, certain it will stick in your mind forever. You'll have a nice time, then two years later you'll be like, 'There was a pony there? Really? And a clown with one leg?'

Nonetheless: if only and if only and if only.

The room has Nic's smell—not the sweet childhood smell he once had, but a cloying odor of incense and marijuana, cigarettes and aftershave, possibly a trace of ammonia or formaldehyde, the residual odor of burning meth. Smells like teen spirit.

Do those we remember remember us?

I don't really know a lot of famous people. I've met a lot of famous people. If I ran into Tom Hanks today, I would have to remind him who I was and he would then remember me. But he wouldn't come up to me and say, 'Hi Dave!'

He was remembering not the woman who had come before, but the promise of happiness he had glimpsed once and never thought to know again.

All that attacks is memory, all I suffer is regret.

He rode alone to the tenth floor, got off and strode into the newsroom. It was so strange, he thought, to see it empty. It was not the way he wanted to remember it.

Draw a floor plan of the house you lived in as a child, including all the floors.

searches her gauzy memories, but it's no use. She can't remember why, and it doesn't matter anyway.

Yeah, but you never told me why." "It reminds me of my grandmother," I admit. "We'd watch those old reruns one after another. Bewitched was her favorite." "Not

Stanley was pleased that his classmates, who still remembered his