Quotes About Reminiscence

Who doesn't long for one more time of seeing someone they've loved and lost? And yet what would you say, what would you do, if it were possible?

Mercifully my dear Edna, said Peg, I do not remember anything I have ever said in my entire life.

Mercifullym my dear Edna, said Peg, I do not remember anything I have ever said in my entire life.

And I always return to the illusion that we are still together, and then -unwillingly- to the knowledge that you have made a hostage of my memory...

These are hard memories, and I will save the rest of the story for another time.

He goes back to his childhood, as old men do.

Everything seems so small here now, old, mashed-in, more rundown even than I remember it, but with a heartbreaking familiarity at each door that makes me wonder if I can take in anything new, so strongly do I feel in Brownsville that I am walking in my sleep.

Like glimpses of forgotten dreams.

In fact all he can remember of her is that he sent her a postcard he wished afterwards he'd kept for himself.

which I remember from my human past and from longing.

Maybe it was the converse of the way amputees feel pain in a missing limb. He really was there all those years, a flesh-and-blood presence streaming off the wallpaper, digging up the dogwoods, polishing the finials... smelling of sawdust and sweat and designer cologne. But I ached as if he were already gone.

The strangest thing about returning to an enclave that encapsulated your youth is that you feel like nothing should have changed. Like you still have the right to be twenty and carefree and irresponsible. Like you still are twenty and carefree and irresponsible.

When the car stopped, Kat and Hale got out. Kat walked quickly, crunching gravel beneath her feet, and ran her hand through her hair—the very gesture she'd seen her father make a thousand times. . . . Right before he agreed to do something stupid.

There is no scent of nostalgia like a fragrance drawn from the garden of childhood memories.

Remember when you picked me up like a frisbee and tossed me across you yard?

Growing up, I watched a lot of TLC - I loved 'Four Weddings' and 'Hoarding: Buried Alive.' They're so binge-able.

I wasn't a comic book aficionado at all when I was a kid, but my cousin Weed was. Every time we went to visit him on the farm, he had two really fun things: comedy albums and comic books.

I do miss Saturday Night Live, that's for sure. There's nothing like it. I just hosted, and I felt I'd only been away for a week.

Sometimes a week might go by when I don't think about that game, but I don't remember when it happened last.

Our lives are structured by our memories of events. Event X happened just before the big Paris vacation. I was doing Y in the first summer after I learned to drive. Z happened the weekend after I landed my first job. We remember events by positioning them in time relative to other events.

I know Charles Michael Davis. I used to play poker with him when I lived in Los Angeles.

I just want that someone in their 50s or 60s, when they talk about Brian Lara, they say 'I enjoyed watching that guy playing cricket.'

I cry whenever I watch an emotional scene that I did, just because it brings me back to that moment. It's like, I remember being there; I remember feeling what I felt. It's really weird, right?

I was like, 'I've got to watch some more of these.' And yeah, I watched 'E.T.,' which I absolutely love. I'm not a big crier, but that just always makes me cry.