Quotes About Reminiscence

Sometimes...I lose myself in looking back upon the ocean which I have passed, and now and then find myself surprised by a tear in reflecting upon the friends I have lost, and the scenes of distress that I have witnessed, and which I was unable to relieve. —Dr. Benjamin Rush

Photographs are a bridge to the past. Black and white reminders of the way things used to be. Links to those who are no longer with us. Priceless treasures.

Come on over here and meet my memories

Rusty visualized his mind as being like a fishing net. The only thing he could remember were the little drops that clung to his mental netting.

Incluso en estos tiempos de aprender a vivir sin esperarte, todos los días tengo recaídas y aunque quiera olvidar no se me olvida que no puedo olvidarte.

One by one they dissapeared Pumpkin last of all. The last May saw of himwas his sad face under his waving tuft of hair and then his long fingers,reaching out toward her for a hug that would never happen now as they turned around the bend.

She tucked her letter and her picture in alongside it, and she ran her hands over those too. It made her feel closer to many things that were far away, that made her smile.

Perhaps someday we could all make it back to the places where we started. I didn't believe it, but I tried to.

I want her back" I said "I want HIM back"~Charlie

When she's anxious, she replays moments from her life, perhaps to convince herself that she has a history.

But I am not allowed to forget The taste of the tears of yesterday.

I always think about the past, it's so large and bright.

She shook her head. "No, Jonas." " 'No, Jonas' is all you ever say," he responded with a hint of savagery. He knew he was unfair, but he was just so damned miserable. Her smile wavered into a warmth that calmed his anger. "Not always." He shut his eyes as the memory of wild nights overpowered him. Good God, at this rate, he'd be bawling like a motherless calf.

Sono un recipiente di ricordi in un mondo che è dimenticanza.

That for the rest of her life she'd long to hold that hand one more time, and no matter how many other hands she held, she would never find one as warm and soft.

Remembrance of Things Past, Marcel Proust

Proust Sonras? denen çöle bir kez ad?m at?nca, bu türden listeler yapmak bulabileceÄŸiniz en büyük eÄŸlenceler aras?nda.

That was the cruelty of memory. The way it could ambush you. Take you out at the knees.

Long after you've forgotten someone's voice, you can still remember the sound of their happiness or their sadness. You can feel it in your body.

It was as if the empty nights were made for thinking of him. And sometimes I found myself so vividly aware of him it was as if he had only just left the room and the ring of his voice were still there. And somehow, there was a disturbing comfort in that, and, despite myself, I'd envision his face.

If you no longer had a future, what else is there left but dreams of the past?

Ces souvenirs-là sont terribles chaque fois que je pense : il ne viendra plus, il ne dira plus ces mots-là, d'une manière brève, russe.

L'immense fatigue habituelle, impossibilité de faire quoi que ce soit. Des bribes de phrases traînant dans la mémoire.

Je le revis comme je le vivrai en souvenir. Je pleure en écrivant cela, torturée par la peur qu'il soit déjà parti.