Quotes About Reminiscence

There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief. Aeschylus

Through writing, I have been looking back ever since, trying to recapture all that was left behind

Antes de avanzar, pensó, volvió a descubrir, que el pasado no vale más que un sueño ajeno.

Qué rara es la memoria: nos permite recordar lo que no hemos vivido.

What we abusively name the past is no more than the bright but gauzy present of our memories,

When I was little, I listened to radio serials, read comic books and went to 'B' movies. When I got a little older I listened to big band swing, read slick magazines and went to 'A' movies. When I got even older I listened to F-M stereo, read literary quarterlies and went to foreign movies. And then the pop-culture movement began. Now I listen to old radio serials, read comic books and go to revivals of 'B' movies. In a society without standards who needs to grow up?

except that Sir Lionel tended to forget the middle bits of the stories, and his "mots" weren't terribly "bon.

She enjoyed writing notes, especially to people she hadn't seen in years (she'd always liked to imagine their surprise when they opened her envelope) (...)

I was two when we left Indiana, and I don't really remember it that well.

I remember seeing this picture my mother had of Dick Clark. It didn't inspire me to be an actor or anything, but when I did 'American Dreams' with Dick Clark, my mother came out, and she showed him this picture of them that was taken 35 years earlier. It was great.

I do not like to remember things any more. I like one little band of winds that blow In the ash trees here: For we are quite alone Here 'mid the ash trees.

Can't repeat the past?…Why of course you can!

Heard of her,' Hillary said, thinking back. 'Tall woman

Pero donde más sufría era en la memoria

Smells, I think, may be the last thing on earth to die.

The past always looks better than it was because it isn't here.

The past always looks better than it was. It's only pleasant because it isn't here.

Cuando se está allí dentro, una imagina cosas grandiosas sobre el mundo, y cuando sale, a veces desearía volver a oír el sonido de la campana.

True nostalgia is an ephemeral composition of disjointed memories.

The greatest kindness we can show some of the authors of our youth is not to reread them.

How does it feel, whispered Faith, to come back to your memories and find yourself missing and a dead person in your place?

I might like to believe that every day, every hour, every minute of every hour of every day with Henry was *not* the happiest time I ever knew. I might like to believe that I am remembering it that way only because the happiest time ever makes it a better story. Because that's all you have left after people are gone from you, some things and some stories.

I talk of those incidents [with Bonnie and Clyde] as if I were not a part of any of it, like a character in a book I once read. It's the only way I keep from going crazy. Maybe we were all pretty young then, but we knew what we were doing. Clyde never held a gun to my head. I was there because I wanted to be! What's that they say in the movies? 'The show must go on!' Well, life goes on.

Years later, in 1989, my family in Chicago was at a Christmas gathering. My sister M.J. was seated next to my mother. Mom's memory was beginning to fade. My mother said, "Is Dad with us?" M.J. said, "No, Mom, Dad died a few months ago." Mom said, "There were times I could have killed him." Then there was a pause and Mom said, "I didn't, did I?" with a laugh.