Quotes About Reminiscence

A veces, uno cree que todo lo ha olvidado, que el óxido y el polvo de los años han destruido ya completamente lo que, a su voracidad, un día confiamos. Pero basta un sonido, un olor, un tacto repentino e inesperado, para que, de repente, el aluvión del tiempo caiga sin compasión sobre nosotros y la memoria se ilumine con el brillo y la rabia de un relámpago. Aquella noche, además, el recuerdo estaba aún en carne viva.

Por qué desear que los minutos y los años vuelvan cuando sabemos que no lo harán jamás? ¿Para qué sirve la melancolía? Nos pasamos la mitad de la vida perdiendo el tiempo y la otra mitad queriendo recuperarlo.

I don't remember her name, but I do remember how her perm shone in the glow of our night-light.

The sadness you feel is not your own. It's his sadness you feel in your heart, Amy, for missing you.

That was the heart of the matter. A new world was coming; a new world was already here. Maybe that was what getting older taught you, when you looked in the mirror and saw the passage of time in your face, when you looked at your sleeping daughter and saw the girl you once were and would never be again. The world was real and you were in it, a brief part but still a part, and if you were lucky, and maybe even if you weren't, the things you'd done for love would be remembered.

Only, I'm sure I remember you, because you were riding along down the street on a great big white horse, and people were cheering like you were somebody important.' Poldarn grinned. 'Do I look important?' 'No,' the young man said. 'But neither do a lot of important people.

Why didn't you stay?' she has whispered against the unyielding stone. Why didn't you stay? She pressed the berry against her lips. Why didn't I ask you just one more time to stay.

In that part of my mind that only remembers life before fourteen, Raheen, I'll love you forever.

When I was four years old, we lived in the Fiji islands, but I don't remember much.

I have a great pic of my father and Rev. Graham laughing hysterically at some joke with George Pratt Shultz looking on back in 1972 or so.

Sometimes something vanishes, and afterwards you can't stop looking at the place where it used to be.

What I remember is being on the moon. I remember every second. Every stone. Every star we saw. Sometimes it feels like I never really came back." - spoken by character Alan Bean

Only the past is real.

We never really had any kind of a Christmas. This is one part where my memory fails me completely.

you can't get at a memory as you might get at a splinter. You can't poke about in your mind with a sterilized needle

It seems safe to say that apes know about death, such as that is different from life and permanent. The same may apply to a few other animals, such as elephants, which pick up ivory or bones of a dead herd member, holding the pieces in their trunks and passing them around. Some pachyderms return for years to the spot where a relative died, only to touch and inspect the relics. Do they miss each other? Do they recall how he or she was during life?

It's curious how events seem to change their character when one looks back on them.

What was hard to endure is sweet to recall.

AT first Raoden stayed away from the library, because it reminded him of her. Then he found himself drawn back to it—because it reminded him of her.

And yet, he was finding more and more that he didn't want to take his mind off her. Which was more potent? The pain of memory, or the pain of forgetting?

You remind me of someone I've forgotten.

Lately, she'd been having trouble picturing him. She could perfectly remember a picture of him, hanging above the mansion's hearth. But him? That wasn't so easy, though she loved him. That is not so odd an occurrence. A picture is an object, easy to define and contain, while a person is a soul—and is therefore neither of those things.

But you'll always find people telling stories about supposedly better days. You watch. A man joins a new team of soldiers, and the first thing he'll do is talk about how wonderful his old team was. We remember the good times and the bad ones, forgetting that most times are neither good nor bad. They just are." He

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