Quotes About Reminiscence

I feel like soundtrack music is almost like seeing the movie again, but with my ears.

I remember Geauga Lake. I remember Six Flags. I remember going to the mall. I hung out there. These big, grand places that served as pinnacles of the community were not only institutions or places of commerce. They were communal spaces where a lot of people went and shared good memories. These are very nostalgic places.

He did not have anything on him except her thoughts, except the good times he had once shared and the bad times he so desperately wanted to forget.

For all the way he loved her. Every song had her memory, every rain had her smell, and every girl had her face.

James Patterson, First Love

Where is the good memories ? Where is Love ?

Memories and emotions could be the greatest form of torture.

Songs are memories... Either u smile or get a tear in your eyes..

...everything is gone except traces of you inside me - and the years like the wind are sweeping those away ...

You're like a song I heard when I was a little kid but forgot I knew untill I heard it again

You looked like the girl I loved.

How? How will it help to tell you that I see his face every time I close my eyes? That I wake up and cry when he's not there? That the memories are so strong I can't separate hers from mine anymore?

I am the spirit of the river that caught you when you were falling as leaf, you don't remember me, but I do.

I wouldn't go back in time to erase you... No. I'd go back just to feel you twice. Then I'd press replay - again and again.

I know you are mine, not in my life but in my memories.

I'm Enjoying creating my new soundtrack Julie ( Italo – Dance Mix ), , , , it's real amazing to create music about a great friend you had in your life, Julie ..I love you eternally

Baby, In your eyes Sweet memories of the good times we had

You can kill our love, but you can't delete our memories together

Why did you not forget your heart also? I should never have let you have that back." ...

I really miss you and I still have that one picture of you, where your eyes had no point of view, but pictures say nothing and this one will stay in my minds room.

Ma è vero che a un certo punto della nostra vita i rimorsi li inzuppiamo nel caffè la mattina come biscotti.

Time flies over us, but leaves its shadow behind.

But the past was not dead. Once in a great while, the thoughts that had seemed so vital and so active, yet had been put to rest so quietly, revived again.

I wish I knew where he was today, so I could tell him I understand how it was. And how easy it is to suddenly find yourself alone in the playground.