Quotes About Reminiscence

When I go, I'll take New Year's Eve with me.

Probably no one alive hasn't at one time or another brooded over the possibility of going back to an earlier, ideal age in his existence and living a different kind of life.

I guess what I find so interesting about memory, and its role in a person's identity, is how the attempt to achieve accuracy requires you to remove yourself from your life in an authorial manner.

Retrospect: the sweetener of life.

A life without memory is no life at all

Memories, like everything else, are momentary.

You can go your whole life collecting days, and none will outweigh the one you wish you had back.

Let's say I hope that I appeal to the more carefree times in a person's life rather than to his reasoning adulthood. I'd just like to be an image that reminds someone of joy rather than of the problems of the world.

Think back, pilgrim… Remember?

I have no memory of my mother ever kissing me.

There's no statute of limitations on missing someone. I'm sure there are still times when it feels like only yesterday." It

I found another girl to pose for Myrto and then I didn't think about Rafaela much, not until a spring day years later. Or rather, I thought about her with an occasional, impersonal pang. Have you ever had a favorite cafe close? It was like that.

Dicen que de los muertos se acaba añorando más las manías que te irritaban que la coherencia de sus actos

Memories vanish when we want to remember, but fix themselves permanently in the mind when we want to forget.

Lacul Soustons, ora dou? dup?-amiaz?. Vîsleam. Deodat?, fulgerat de o reminiscen?? de vocabular: 'All is of no avail' (nimic nu serveÅŸte la nimic). S? fi fost singur, m? aruncam pe dat? în ap?. Niciodat? n-am simÅ£it cu asemenea violen?? nevoia s? termin cu toate.

It didn't matter whether he was nearby or far away. His image would drift up into your mind just when you least expected it, shocking you, making your chest pound. Making your heart ache.

Nel flusso indefinito del tempo e degli stati d'animo gran parte della storia è incisa nei sensi. [E cose di nessuna importanza, insostituibili, ritornano così all'improvviso, in un caffè.]

Non c'è nessuno che riesce a fuggire del tutto dall'incantesimo dell'infanzia.

I'd never see my own grandmother again.

I knew it: the glittering crystal of all the good times we'd had, which had been sleeping in the depths of memory, was awakening and would keep us going. Like a blast of fresh wind, the richly perfumed breath of those days returned to my soul.

the familiar and nostalgic colors and smells, tastes, and places in our memories.

I knew it: the glittering crystal of all the good times we'd had, which had been sleeping in the depths of memory, was awakening and would keep us going. Like a blast of fresh wind, the rich perfumed breath of those days returned to my soul.

I accidentally skipped Sotaro.

The past is just such a retreat for me, I go there eagerly, rubbing my hands and shaking off the cold present and the colder future. And yet, what existence, really, does it have, the past? After all, it is only what the present was, once, the present that is gone, no more than that.