Quotes About Reminiscence

Daniel laughed. How long would she remember exactly that sound? Not long enough. She knew that now. Memories—even the best of them—faded.

Los recuerdos - incluso los más bellos - se desvanecen.

I only remember a few things about Jimmy Carter. He had big lips and liked peanuts. I now know that Jimmy Carter was and is a good man.

Pronuncié su nombre en voz baja. Mis labios estaban hechos, más que los de cualquier otra persona en el mundo, para llamarla. Y, sin embargo, no me fue fácil recordar su rostro.

I cannot tell you if the dead, Who loved us fondly when on earth, Walk by our side, sit at our hearth, By ties of old affection led.... But this I know--in many dreams They come to us from realms afar, And leave the golden gates ajar Through which immortal glory streams.

How quaint that life seemed now, like something you could fit inside a snow globe.

He'd felt this before and never wanted to feel it again. It could only diminish the memory of Madrigal; it already was. Again his memory failed to conjure her face. It was like trying to call up a melody while another song played

Memories can be trapped in a room.

So here's where they put you. I didn't think they even used these cells anymore." He glanced sideways. "I got the wrong window at first. Gave your friend in the next cell something of a shock. Attractive fellow, what with the beard and the rags. Kind of reminds me of the street folk back home.

Their grandchildren had reminded Will of the song about demon pox he had taught them- when they were much too young, Tessa had always thought- and that they had all memorized. They sang it all together and out of tune, scandalizing Sophie.

I don't think so," Clary said. "I think maybe she reminded me of you." "Because I'm tiny, blonde, and look good in pigtails?

I would have given it up--all of it up--to be married to you for a day. A day that would never have come. You are a reminder--a reminder of everything I am losting. The Life I will not have.

Memories can be bitter as well as sweet.

Most of the January firsts in recent memory have involved splitting headaches and roiling stomachs and often being surprised about where I was waking up. ("No, Officer, I have no idea why I'm wearing this possum costume. I called you what? Oh. My bad.")

I was a kid once. When you meet my dad, ask him about the time my brother and I decided we wanted a yellow lab instead of a black one and spray-painted the dog.

You will wear it? For always? And remember Hunter of the Wolf? It is a promise you make?" "I will wear it." Her fingers curled around the medallion. "I have nothing to give you." His eyes clouded with warmth. "Your ruffles." She pursed her lips. "I'm wearing them. If you want them, you'll have to come back and steal them." His gaze ran the length of her. "Maybe so. You will make them nice like flowers, yes?

That's what a map is, you know. Just a memory.

But a person's smell and their alarms and borrowed shirts and secret words linger for a long time. Much longer than a house.

I opened my fist. Maruchan had stolen lipstick for me. Revlon Super Lustrous 919: Red Ruin, worn almost all the way down to the nub by some dead woman's lips. After that, a lot of years went by but they weren't anything special.

Dire, schioccando le dita: Go, Stop, quando un ascensore sta per partire o fermarsi, e io sono solo della cabina; dirigere con entrambe le braccia un attacco d'orchestra invisibile che s'ascolta davanti alla radio... sono debolezze che ho dell'infanzia, m'è sempre piaciuto, per scherzo o rivalsa, fingere di condurre chi mi trascina.

By recollecting the pleasures I have had formerly, I renew them, I enjoy them a second time, while I laugh at the remembrance of troubles now past, and which I no longer feel.

The history of my life must begin by the earliest circumstance which my memory can evoke it will therefore commence when I had attained the age of eight years and four months.

Hell is the day when God grants us a clear vision of all that we might have achieved, of all the gifts which we have wasted, of all that we might have done which we did not do...For me that conception of hell lies in two words: Too late!

Lembra-se desse filme? Eu aquiesci com o ar vagamente culpado de quem prometera várias vezes vê-lo, sem jamais encontrar força para o fazer.