Quotes About Reminiscence

Et là est l'horreur: le passé dont on se souvient est dépourvu de temps. Impossible de revivre un amour comme on relit un livre ou comme on revoit un film.

a memória, para poder funcionar bem, precisa de um treino incessante: se as recordações não são evocadas, uma vez mais e outra vez ainda, nas conversas entre amigos, vão-se embora.

Every morning they would talk about the horror of that return to their native land.

He had spent seven years of life with Tereza, and now he realized that those years were more attractive in retrospect than they were when he was living them.

I always wish I could go back and see the people that I love as children.

It's disconcerting to realize how little you have to say to someone who once occupied such a prominent place in your bed.

First of all I love Empire Records and That Thing You Do and all the movies he did from that era. He hates when I bring that up.

We love to chew the cud of a foregone vision; to collect the scattered rays of a brighter phantasm, or act over again, with firmer nerves, the sadder nocturnal tragedies.

But it's far too late for us; ring, hair, letters, photographs - all traces of our love will be scattered then, like an anagram.

When you miss someone....it's weird…your body doesn't function normally..as it should. Because I miss you, and my heart…it's not steady…my soul it sings numb. Fingers are cold…like you…your soul.

The thing about past love is that they exist, only in your fantasy as a fantasy.

He missed corded phones, which you could slam into their cradle.

He lives in his memories

Why does it seem I won't come back here? Why speak of it as of, already, a place I miss?

I'd remember the way everyone else does: later, when none of it matters, memory as good as a mirror for changing things, no good at all

His voice was right. She instantly remembered it. And his smell, his gait, his laugh. The way his beard abraded her cheek. All of it combined to shatter her self-possession. She could feel a massive stone seal being pried open and the first rays of light entering an ancient, almost forgotten tomb.

Forgotten memories surfaced like the ghosts of the dead (...)

Colon looked awkward, as if the bunched underwear of the past was tangling itself in the crotch of recollection.

When I got a chance, I went back and shared those experiences that were important to me. George Washington High, the campus at San Francisco State, and even back to Emerson Elementary school and Roosevelt Junior High. I was happy to do it, to go back and see if all the same teachers were there.

I have never kept diaries. I just remember a lot and am more self-centered than most people.

I know I get a real kick, an emotional charge, out of playing a song I haven't played for 10 years. It just takes you back to that point in your life.

I've only ever kissed one girl: my Dorothy. We met in 1915 and married in 1918. She died in 1970.

To me, when I was a kid, we watched terrible network TV because it was all we had. We watched 'The A-Team' and 'Knight Rider.'

Increasingly, Sawtooth's own memories are a loud bright muddle, like opening the door on a party full of strangers. He lies awake at night, limping down the long corridors of his memory, trying to find the girl's hands, ...