Quotes About Reminiscence

News of your death. Tears, and the memory of all the times we talked the sun down the sky. You, Herakleitos of Halikarnassos, once my friend, now vacant dust, whose poems are nightingales beyond the clutch of the unseen god.

New converts keep old converts alive and reminiscent of their own wonderful moments of conversion.

Where was she now? in a middle-aged marriage? did she live in this city still? He had a sudden urge to see her, as if he might retrieve by looking at her the ferocious sensation of that kiss, that moment –

There are pictures of Kim and Mia from high school and one of the two of them posing on top of the Empire State Building—a jolting reminder that their relationship wasn't truncated, they have a history of which I know nothing.

Paris is more than three thousand miles away, but the memories... One pops up, I push it away. But then another appears. I never know when one is going to jump out at me. They are buried everywhere, like a land mines.

I let the memories flood me as I fill one page. Then another. And then I'm not even writing about him anymore. I'm writing about me.

When you lost something precious, the memories of it became a tormenting reminder of what you could never have again.

My father wasn't inclined to talk much about his past, and when he did—when I pressed him for details and he began to reminisce about his youth—he became so dull and long-winded that I soon regretted ever asking him anything.

If it wasn't for flash backs, I wouldn't remember anything at all.

People always long for the good old days," Christopher said, his light eyes thoughtful. "We look at the past with rose-colored glasses.

When the patronising cunt left, ah missed him. He nearly took us oot ay masel. It wis like auld times, but in a sense, that only served tae remind us ay how much things hud changed. Something hud happened. Junk hud happened. Whether ah lived wi it, died wi it, or lived withoot it, ah knew that things could never be the same again.

He turned to look at her, and she was smiling at him. It was Noÿs as she had been, and his own heart beating as it had used to.

If, for example, I saw my grandparents or my daughter for an instant, would I recognize them? Probably not, because in looking so hard for a way to keep them alive, remembering them in the most minimal details, I have been changing them, adorning them with qualities they may not have had. I have given them a destiny much more complex than the ones they lived.

Distance erases the contours and colors of memory. I have letters and photographs of the family that Juan Martín built in Norway; he calls me on the phone and has come to see me in recent years, when I no longer had the strength for such a long trip, but when I think of my son I can't seem to conjure the exact details of his features or voice.

There's a time to live and a time to die. In between there's time to remember.

Mucho se me olvida o se me tuerce, no retengo lugares, fechas ni nombres, en cambio jamás se me escapa una buena historia.

sólo quedaban sobre la cama dos criaturas desvalidas, con la memoria ausente, flotando en el vacío terrible de tantas palabras calladas.

ese momento era hermoso, pero duraría apenas unos días y pronto las flores caerían como lluvia sobre la tierra; mejor sería el recuerdo del cerezo en flor, porque duraría todo el año, hasta la primavera siguiente. Ese

I put my hands behind my head and lay on my back, trying to hold on to the memories of my family. Their faces seemed to be far off somewhere in my mind, and to get to them I had to bring up painful memories.

I've got an interest in Zimbabwe. I spent a few months there before uni, so I'd like to get back to that.

How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view.

How we remember, what we remember, and why we remember form the most personal map of our individuality.

Can anyone remember love? It's like trying to summon up the smell of roses in a cellar. You might see a rose, but never the perfume.

If you mess around with your mates, you get into rough and tumble then you remember you're in your mid-40s and you can't land the way you used to, so it's great fun.