Quotes About Reminiscence

Nostalgia has always been big. I don't think it ever goes away - people enjoy it.

For nostalgia, I like to play Merion - I was fortunate enough to win the U.S. Open there.

It's nice to have been around long enough to be a part of people's lives. A lot of people who come to my show are real nostalgic for the '80s.

Me and my dad, we're both quite nostalgic people.

Revisiting much-loved childhood novels is never easy.

I'm really obsessed with the past.

You know," he laughed easily, "with all the goddam drinkin' Ah've done, Ah still can't remember the taste of it unless Ah got the bottle right with me.

his memory, like a battered drunk at the end of a spree, groped over the events of the last six weeks.

Las ideas de que las almas se buscan en este mundo por las relaciones que tuvieron antes de descender a la tierra y encarnar en un cuerpo, también es de la estirpe platónica: es la reminiscencia.

I still have a piece of that root, put away in a box with my journal, my can of tobacco tags, the newspaper write-up when I got run over by the train, a photograph of me and Miss Love and Grandpa in the Pierce, my Ag College diploma from the University -- and the buckeye that Lightfoot gave me.

The past is always an invented land.

Remembering the past always comes with an image or a view attached.

To be left with only the trace of a memory is to gaze at an armchair that's still molded to the form of a love who has left never to return: It is to grieve, dear reader, it is to weep.

Haf?zan?n bahçesi çoraklaÅŸmaya baÅŸlay?nca," demiÅŸti o son akÅŸamlar?n birinde Celal, "insan elde kalan son aÄŸaçlar?n ve güllerin üzerine ÅŸefkatle titrer. Kuruyup gitmesinler diye, sabahtan akÅŸama kadar onlar? sulay?p okÅŸuyorum: Hat?rl?yorum, hat?rl?yorum ki unutmayay?m!

Cualquier cosa que me recuerde a ti, me entristece tanto que no lo puedo soportar.

with a sad smile she would recount the time our grandfather was so displeased with our grandmother's okra stew that in a fit of temper he threw the pot out the window into the deep, fast-running waters of the Bosphorus.

Maybe that's who you are, what you remember." - Valentine

Mas nesse momento, sua cabeça inclinada para trás, as folhas verdes e macias se movendo gentilmente na brisa quase imperceptível, sentiu um poderoso déjà-vu. Ele havia olhado para essas folhas antes. Recentemente. Mas isso era impossível. Não havia árvores grandes em Trondheim, e nenhuma crescia dentro do complexo de Milagre. Por que a luz do sol varando as folhas parecia-lhe tão familiar?

I am old enough now to have all the memories of my people locked within my head. I remember things that happened long before I was born. I remember things that never happened at all. I live in memory. –Anton

But it could wait until they got back. That was the nice thing about the past—it stayed right where you put it until you needed to pick it up again.

Perhaps that's how I should think of them, Polly thought, the troupe and Miss Snelgrove and Trot. And Sir Godfrey. Not as lost to her, but as removed to this moment in time for safekeeping.

Men's memories are uncertain and the past that was differs little from the past that was not

Memories dim with age. There is no repository for our images. The loved ones who visit us in dreams are strangers. To even see aright is effort. We seek some witness but the world will not provide one. This is the third history. It is the history that each man makes alone out of what is left to him. Bits of wreckage. Some bones. The words of the dead. How make a world of this? How live in that world once made?

Dustfinger closed his eyes and listened. He was home again.