Quotes About Reminiscence

I was just a kid," Thomas said, surprising himself.

A distant, faded memory of sucking on pennies as a kid popped into his head.

He didn't remember any of the stories, and the thought filled him with a heavy sadness.

She turned and walked away, and Thomas sat there, hoping his face hadn't flushed bright red when he remembered her being close to him in the Underneath.

We've done it, too, man," Aris said. "Don't you remember?

For Chips, like some old sea captain, still measured time by the signals of the past. . . .

The way things broken off a little too soon can last forever.

And yet I thought of him almost every day. The Russian novels I had to read for school reminded me of him; Russian novels, and seven pillars of wisdom, and so too the Lower East Side—tattoo parlors and pierogi shops, pot in the air, old polish ladies swaying side to side with grocery bags and kids smoking in the doorways of bars along Second Avenue.

A long time afterwards, she was to remember what an excellent chess-player Francis Crawford was.

Oh, look. Do you remember me? I was the one that said, not ten minutes ago, let's not talk about that dandy book.

There was once a point to this story, but it has temporarily escaped the chronicler's mind.

Do you know that when a man becomes old, he begins to remember what he believed in as a child and it all comes back to him?

I keep coming back to you in my head, but you couldn't know that, and I have no carbons

One of the saddest things in life, is the things one remembers.

But afterwards you went on remembering.

the elephant can remember.

Oh, fancy! All these. I really have forgotten a lot of these. Oh, here's The Amulet and here's The Psamayad. Here's The New Treasure Seekers. Oh, I love all those. No, don't put them in shelves yet, Albert. I think I'll have to read them first.

It is about ten or fifteen years ago now, and happily it is all over and done with, and everyone has forgotten about it. People's memories are very short—a lucky thing, I always think.

It seems sometimes, sir, as though the past isn't the past

It was all a long time ago…

But you know, my dear," said Poirot gently, "people are never like what you remember them. You make them as the years go by, more and more the way you wish them to be, and as you think you remember them. If you want to remember them as agreeable and gay and handsome, you make than far more so than they actually were.

Autobiographical memory: Memory across the lifespan for both specific events and self-related information.

However, living in Tel Aviv, he was spared the fate of equivalent figures in English culture, an endless round of arts programmes where those who have known the famous are publicly debriefed of their memories, knowing as their own dusk falls that they will be remembered only for remembering someone else.

He was asking for memories, too young himself to know that memories were only memories of memories.