Quotes About Reminiscence

My greatest moment as a jock occurred when I was 14 and playing punch ball in front of my house on Albemarle Road near East 17th Street in Brooklyn. I ran back, back for a ball, and it fell in my hands. I didn't even see it. Everyone congratulated me on the catch, and I never told them how it really happened.

One of my random skills is I have a very strong memory for dialogue and moments, and I don't know why.

I've found a place that would amaze you. People used to live there, but now it's all overgrown and no one goes there. Absolutely no one - only me... Just a little house and a garden. And two dogs.

I recognize them for what they were. 'DeDe Dinah,' 'Ginger Bread,' come on. They're fun things. They're middle of the road. It wasn't really rock and roll. I don't know what it was, but it was something accepted and bought, and people still like them. When I reminiscence on stage, people respond. They really like those songs.

Unless you're very boring, I think most people who've lived long enough have something in their past which will never go away.

People come up to me and say that when I did films, that was the golden era, but I don't agree with that.

I've been hit in the head a lot, but I don't think I have any problems, but I can't, for the life of me, remember a lot of my road stories and good times. When times are bad enough, that's all you can ever think about.

I don't remember a lot of the good times from my days with the Truckers.

There is a fragrance in the air, a certain passage of a song, an old photograph falling out from the pages of a book, the sound of somebody's voice in the hall that makes your heart leap and fills your eyes with tears. Who can say when or how it will be that something easters up out of the dimness to remind us of a time before we were born and after we will die?

You have no idea what a charming memory you are to me.

La vida no es la vida que uno vivió, sino la que uno recuerda y cómo recuerda para contarla

I remember virtually everything about every loss. And the wins are hardly memorable.

Perhaps even these things, one day, will be pleasing to remember.

I realized if I didn't start talking to my relatives, asking questions, thinking back to my own beginnings, there would come a time when those people wouldn't be around to help me look back and remember.

I do enjoy thinking about the past.

It doesn't seem like it's been 50 years. I don't even feel like I'm 50 years old yet, though I've had all these knee and back operations.

almost forgotten him. In her hours

It was a small room, and it was as crowded with coffee- and end-tables, chairs and hassocks and bookcases, as a second-hand furniture store. The horizontal surfaces were littered with gewgaws, shells and framed photographs, vases and pincushions and doilies. If the lady had come down in the world, she'd brought a lot down with her. My sensation of stepping into the past was getting too strong for comfort. The half-armed chair closed on me like a hand.

The tea tasted like a clear dark dripping from the past. My grandmother came back with it, in crisp black funeral silks

Para isto caminhamos a vida inteira: para chegar ao lugar de onde partimos. E, quando chegamos, é a surpresa. É como se nunca o tivéssemos visto. Agora, ao final de nossas andanças, nossos olhos são outros, olhos de velhice, de saudade. "Toda saudade é uma espécie de velhice", disse o Riobaldo. É por isso que os olhos dos velhos vão se enchendo de ausências.

a sua alma sabe o que merece ser lembrado. Esquecem-se do que aconteceu ontem, mas se lembram do que aconteceu há muito tempo, como se fosse hoje. Minha alma tem estado a visitar a minha infância. Fantasias.

there's no harm in indulging in a little nostalgia. What is nostalgia, after all, but an attempt to preserve that which was good in the past?

Odd, how some little incident, some snatch of conversation comes back to one again and again in the most unlikely places.

Sometimes when she told stories about the past her eyes would get teary from all the memories she had, but they weren't tears. She wasn't crying. They were just the memories, leaking out.