Quotes About Reminiscence

Do you know why that is? Why do some memories live only on your tongue or in your nose? Why do others always stay in your heart?

Isn't the past what people remember- who did what, how and why? And what the people remember, isn't that mostly what they've already chosen to believe?

Die Vergangenheit war wie jene altmodischen, mit Kräutern und Blumen gefüllten Duftkissen, deren Aroma die Kleider durchdringt und an ihnen haften bleibt.

Grace wonders if Tom and Claire will one day visit her and have a similar sensation of home. Each house has its own signature, unknown to all except the grown children who go back to visit

I still think about him sometimes. I dream about him too. I try to remember what he looked like. It's hard to remember, though, either because of time or because of strong feelings. I sometimes think the stronger you feel about someone the harder it is to picture their face when you are away from them.

Toda su vida desde que Bailey había muerto le parecía de pronto como el vagabundeo lejano de un amnésico, lleno de confusión y olvido.

I was allowed to hold her just once. They didn't want you to bond at all with the baby. Some women chose not to see their babies. I just could never imagine that. I wanted to see that face. I'll never forget it as long as I live. You never forget that face. —

Apparently, the world was perfect in 1958.

I got this strong feeling of missing him, like he was someone who I loved who had died and gone away, someone who was mostly a memory. I wanted to grab him and say okay, I was sorry about Tommy, it was just a stupid mistake and I knew I'd hurt him and I wish I hadn't. Because I did love him. I did.

But then I see his face. See the words he wrote. See them on my computer screen. See them etched into my brain. Feel them etched into my heart. Know them deep in my soul. Remembering. Don't want to remember. Don't want to live. Tear rolls down my cheek.

I jammed my hand in my jacket pocket, bracing myself fo the next hit, and fel something. Something grainy and samll, sticking to the tips of my fingers: the sand from Commons Park. Oh Cass, I thought. I miss you so, so much.

But as was so often the case, it was the one person missing who you thought about more than the ones who were right in front of you.

Then I'd crawl back into bed, smelling her all around me, and tell myself that next time, I would lock that window. But I never did.

We had just heard that story recounted so many times over the years that it was easy to take the details and fold them into our own sparse memories.

The past was always present, in its way, and you can't help but remember. Even if you can't remember at all.

More than our old house, or our Wildflower Ridge place, the beach shack was my dad. I knew if he was haunting any place, it would be there, and for that reason I'd stayed away.

You can't miss what you don't remember ever having.

Anthony to James about Jeremy : "Need I remind you this is a seventeen-year-old boy we're talking about?" "Need I remind you what you were like when you were seventeen?" James countered.

All my life, Following Care along the dusty road, Have I looked back on loveliness and sighed.

There is no part of my life, upon which I can look back without pain.

Must I tell the story of my life again?

It is as good as second life to be able to look back upon our past life with pleasure

There are moments of life that we never forget, which brighten and brighten as time steals away.

Life is a perpetual yesterday for us.