Quotes About Reminiscence

We return to the places we're from; we trample faded corners and pencil in new lines. 'You've grown up so fast,' Robert's mother tells him at breakfast, at dinner. 'Look at you." But she's wrong, thinks Robert. You bury your childhood here and there. It waits for you, all your life, to come back and dig it up.

The voice is like something from a long-ago dream.

split by the knobs of her vertebrae. She used to fall asleep holding his index finger in her fist. She used to sprawl with her books beneath the key pound bench and move her hands like spiders across the pages. "Am I to stay here?" "With Madame. And Etienne." He hands her a towel and helps her climb onto the tile and waits outside

We return to the places we're from; we trample faded corners and pencil in new lines.

All of it is burning. Every memory he ever made.

she's hardly there: just morphine and glassy eyes and an odor that carries him back to Korea.

Driving to set for 'The Rig', the route went right past my old secondary school. Every morning when I was going to work, I was passing Leithy and thinking: 'Oh my God, there's where Billy Gilfillan punched me in the mouth' or whatever.

You don't have to be in pursuit of a body beautiful to wish yourself to be the flexuously willowy creature you once were or, failing that, just to be able to pick up something you have dropped.

I'm channelling my 14-year-old self. She's thinking about putting on her big hoop earrings and baggy pants and going to the mall downtown.

I love when people cover songs that are familiar but have been kind of forgotten about.

When I look through my sketchbooks, they bring back moments that I would otherwise have completely forgotten.

Our kids will never have to remember things, because it's all in pictures. Want to remember your fourth birthday? There'll be video of it on your phone.

Frankly, it is very hard to remember things from the 1970s.

I guess when I talk to friends and family back home they don't know anything about wrestling, but when they bring it up they bring up the things they may used to watch and love.

Images are the pegs holding down memory's billowing tent.

What is stranger than memory, that selects a certain day to remain vivid, when thousands of others are totally lost?

Miré a miss Baker, preguntándome qué sería lo que conseguía. Disfrutaba mirándola. Era una chica delgada, de pechos pequeños, que andaba muy derecha, algo que acentuaba echando los hombros hacia atrás como un cadete. Los ojos, grises, irritados por el sol, me correspondieron con igual curiosidad desde una cara triste, simpática, insatisfecha. Entonces me di cuenta de que la había visto antes en alguna parte, en persona o en una foto.

If you've ever been there, you've never forgotten. The feeling is as haunting and familiar as the smell of a junior high school locker room.

I'm sorry, We were Young, I think about--and Regret--it every Day.

It occurs to me that I really can't remember your face in any precise detail. Only the way you walked away through the tables in the café, your figure, your dress, that I still see.

He advertido, de pronto, que en realidad no recuerdo su rostro en detalle. Sólo creo ver aún su figura, su vestido, mientras usted se alejaba entre las mesas del café.

não sou a este respeito tão esquecido como outrora, sou uma memória que se tornou viva, e é uma das razões da minha insónia.

A veces también se tomaba el excesivo trabajo de empujar una butaca hasta la ventana, y, trepando por el alféizar, permanecía de pie en la butaca y apoyado en la ventana, sumido, sin duda, en sus recuerdos, pues antaño le interesaba siempre mirar por la ventana aquella.

I can no more reread my own books than I can watch old home movies or look at snapshots of myself as a child. I wind up sitting on the floor, paralyzed by grief and nostalgia.