Quotes About Reminiscence

Allá me oirás mejor. Estaré más cerca de ti. Encontrarás más cercana la voz de mis recuerdos que la de mi muerte, si es que alguna vez la muerte ha tenido alguna voz.

En lo más íntimo, Pedro Páramo nació de una imagen y fue la búsqueda de un ideal que llamé Susana San Juan. Susana San Juan no existió nunca: fue pensada a partir de una muchachita a la que conocí brevemente cuando yo tenía tres años. Ella nunca lo supo y no hemos vuelto a encontramos en lo que llevo de vida.

Allá me oirás mejor. Estaré más cerca de ti. Encontrarás más cercana la voz de mis recuerdos que la de mi muerte, si es que alguna vez la muerte ha tenido alguna voz».

my father. "Oh, it's so quaint," she said. "Isn't it quaint

It's all about remembering, it's all about being fifteen and in love for the first time.

There are no accidents in memory, for memory has its own reasons and its own logic. What I remember is what happened to me as I best recall it.

sitting in Grandmother's old wicker chair and littering my porch with her foolish young life.

Looking back on things, the view always improves.

The older you get the more you live in the past

Once things have passed and become irretrievable, we tend to see them with a hazy, golden glow.

The Flasher of '04.

The photo is black and white, but the memory is in color.

Wesley Crusher will only live on in reruns. I will never get to bring him to life again, and that makes me a little sad. I'd like to try on his spacesuit and his oversized brain one last time and see how they fit now. After I posted that entry, the

Where is the woman who has ever really torn from her heart the image that has been once fixed in it by a true love? Books tell us that such unearthly creatures have existed - but what does our own experiences say in answer to books?

When I sat on a camp stool in the garden in a black coat with a black flap hat I felt like a marble guest who had returned from times long past into a strange world.

The trouble is that we often don't remember them correctly.

This floor, here? I remember when this floor here used to get to jumping' like a fuckin' bunny from all the dancing'. Everybody dancing' around all night, stoned out of their minds - and it always was the happy kind of stoned back then.

This is probably going to sound a little weird"—he made a sound like a soft chuckle—"sorry. The accent on your voicemail reminds me of my mom's sister. She's from Savannah. She used to call everything bat-shit crazy. That's what made me laugh just now." The voice stopped, and Harper thought he'd disconnected. A

The son has always felt like he was a footnote in one of the stories the father tells. The father is an amazing storyteller and one of the tales that he tells is how he met his wife.

My name is Might-have-been;I am also called No-more, Too-late, Farewell.

You know, I tried not to think of this place. I tried to let it go. To leave it behind. But it always came back to me, in my dreams. I'd dream about these details, these objects and people and places I'd left behind, and I'd wake up crying.

If only there could be an invention that bottled up a memory, like scent. And it never faded, and it never got stale. And then, when one wanted it, the bottle could be uncorked, and it would be like living the moment all over again.

Forgetting about you was the worst part." At first, Thomas thought it was another message in his head; he squeezed his fists against his ears.

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