Quotes About Reminiscence

I think we must all feel that there are people out there who know things about our young selves, you know, our early, early lives, that no one else can ever know.

I wish it were September 1948 and I wish I were 21 again.

I don't really remember a whole lot of sex, drugs and rock n' roll, really.

I haven't watched 'Half Baked' in 17 years, since I was editing it. It's like looking at an old picture where you have bad bangs or something.

Barcelona is my home. It's impossible to say that I wouldn't return.

I was actually quite small when I was young. No one believes me now, but I have pictures at home.

Far more disturbing than any spook house at an amusement park is a ride through the old hometown if you've been away for years.

it's their own unplanned words, their own thoughtless gestures and inflections, which have clung to my memory like flies caught on flypaper.

What does it remember like?

Ich versuche mich an alles zu erinnern, was ich getan habe, Oskar. Und alles, was ich nicht getan habe. Die Fehler, die ich begangen habe, sind mir egal. Aber was ich nie getan habe, kann ich auch nicht zurücknehmen.

Everything she did reminded me of someone else.

Thinking about her is the next best thing!

Mi memoria a veces se parece demasiado al olvido.

Existe ese Aleph en lo íntimo de una piedra? ¿Lo he visto cuando vi todas las cosas y lo he olvidado? Nuestra mente es porosa para el olvido; yo mismo estoy falseando y perdiendo, bajo la trágica erosión de los años, los rasgos de Beatriz

I offer you the memory of a yellow rose seen at sunset, years before you were born.

La muchacha habló como si estuviera sola y de algún modo yo sentí que no podía pensar en otra cosa y que esa cosa era lo único que le había pasado en la vida. (...) Los años pasan y son tantas las veces que he contado la historia que ya no sé si la recuerdo de veras o si sólo recuerdo las palabras con que la cuento. Tal vez lo mismo le paso a la Cautiva con su malón, Ahora lo mismo da que fuera yo o que fuera otro el que vio matar a Moreira.

each time I cross one of the streets in South Buenos Aires, I think of you, Helen;

There are places in which things don't change. These are a substitute for one's memory.

I did know once, only I've sort of forgotten.

You will forget. Life is like that. Everything goes in time. Memories blur, pain diminishes. I remember my wife as one remembers a bird or a flower

He did not answer, nor did he watch as I left. He was seeing Sigismund again, dwelling on replies he could never speak to a brother he had once admired and who had died despising him.

You cannot imagine how much I miss you... The house does not feel the same. I keep feeling that you are here or thinking that I see you. I even think that I can hear you some afternoons...I go out to see... I look for you, but I can't find you. My life is not the same without you.

I have learned how to make time pass, but I never stop thinking of you.

The 60's are gone, dope will never be as cheap, sex never as free, and the rock and roll never as great.