Quotes About Reminiscence

Between the age of 30 and going fishing, none of my friendships had any of that magic dust of when you were young. There was a sort of functionality to them, just keeping in touch. 'Oh, I should invite so and so, I haven't seen them for ages.

One of the pleasantest things about book writing is that sometimes it brings one in touch with old friends.

Mitch Glazer and I went to high school together, and his mother was my English teacher for two years. She was my favorite teacher, and I followed Mitch's career as a journalist, so we've kind of kept in touch over the years.

But you know, I still had a dream of being able to go back home and tour.

Manhattan, after eight years here, still reminds me of Hong Kong. There are parts of Chinatown that are the spit and image of streets in Wan Chai, and I am held in thrall by the Chrysler building as much as I was by I.M. Pei's Bank of China Tower.

I remembered the 500 people that lived on a reserve outside my little town, behind a big fence.

My grandparents told endless stories about the town they were from. It became an almost mythic place.

'The Sandberg Game' comes up all the time. Fans tell me where they were. They were driving down the highway, they were in the bleachers, they were downtown listening on the radio, they were on the farm on a tractor. I've heard all the stories where people have been. They're just amazed by the ending of the game and the thrill of it.

I had just lost my dad and I remembered all the songs we used to go and hear at concerts, and the records around the house and sometimes we'd play together.

Well, in the sense that we do not tour or record together anymore - then I suppose not. But if our old recordings get heard more we shall be delighted.

By the time the plane was airborne I'd forgotten England even existed.

People robbed of their past seem to make the most fervent picture takers, at home and abroad.

To the woman in the restaurant today, the doll in her arms was the real child who still lived in her memories.

Without memory, time would be no use to mankind,

I have begun to wonder what actually happens in our brains when we return to half-remembered places. What is memory's perspective? Does the man revise the boy's view or is the imprint relatively static, a vestige of what was once intimately known?

Old places fire the internal weather of our pasts. The mild winds, aching calms, and hard storms of forgotten emotions return to us when we return to the spots where they happened.

Then when you think in years to come Of Birthdays long ago You may remember fondly How much we love you so.

Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise, We love the play-place of our early days; The scene is touching, and the heart is stone, That feels not at that sight, and feels at none.

Satin and lace and brown velvet and the faint odor of violets. That was all which was left to him of his love.

I have a poorly done tribal armband that i got when i was 16, i love showing it to people because it totally sucks

I love looking back, and even putting new music on vinyl - if it's right!

There is no sorrow like the memory of love and the knowledge that it is gone forever.

But one always returns to one's first loves.

True love rules especially through memory.