Quotes About Reminiscence

Memories were permanent. Sorrowful ones remained sad even with the passing of time, yet happy ones could never be recreated – not with the same joy. Remembering bred its own peculiar sorrow. It seemed so unfair: that time should render both sadness and happiness into a source of pain.

I could read my nonexistence in the clothes my mother had worn before I can remember her.

But I would do it all again, every bit of it, I would lose him again just to have him again for an hour, for a minute, for even a second. I would do it all again just to see his face.

Only one thing's sadder than remembering you were once free, and that's forgetting you were once free.

It's a poor sort of memory that only works backwards.

Forsan et haec olim meminisse iuvabit.

How could memories feel so close and so far away at the same time?

The sick woman was usurping the place of the healthy one. He was being dragged back from the memory of the sunlit down and the quick, laughing girl, back to this unhealthy, overheated room and its complaining occupant.

No pedía ya la libertad, sino la memoria

Se devo dimenticarti mi ricorderò di farlo, ma non chiedermi poi di dimenticare che me ne sono ricordato.

She remembered love, though, and a feeling of warmth. It was like remembering light, or the glow that sometimes persists after a light has gone out.

It is the onion, memory, that makes me cry," he said.

She wanted everything back, as we do sometimes in our irrationality and regret; we want it all back.

We don't forget...Our heads may be small, but they are as full of memories as the sky may sometimes be full of swarming bees, thousands and thousands of memories, smells of places, of little things that happened to us and which come back, unexpectedly, to remind us of who we are.

Now that he had invited Tilly, William found himself trying to remember what she looked like. It was almost like going on a blind date, he thought, something that previously he would never have dreamed of doing but he now found rather exciting. She was certainly attractive, he was sure of that, even if he had seen her only once, and for a very brief period.

She had a good memory, too good, perhaps, since it held her imprisoned in the past.

Nostalgia: A device that removes the ruts and potholes from memory lane.

It is a poor sort of memory that only works backwards." —The White Queen, Alice in Wonderland

Doogie mouse, apparently after a very old television show.

Might have been a time when I loved her too but you take that away and youll always be the one.

That was and still is the great disaster of my life-that lovely, lovely little boy.

In the life of each of us there is a place remote and islanded, and given to endless regret or secret happiness.

It's just that we wear rose-coloured spectacles when we return here [to Oxford] – we are dazzled by the foolish idealism of our youthful years.

There are events in one's life which, no matter how remote, never fade from memory