Quotes About Reminiscence

Yesterday. Was there a more merciless word?

For one short moment he had a crazy urge to lie down on one of the mattresses, to light a few of the many candles around the place, and to forget everything that had happened since his ninth birthday.

Memories. They were all she had left. No more tangible than the pictures conjured up by books. But what would be left if she lost those memories too?

Losing people and missing them — that's what your life consists of.

She wonders if memory is little more than this: a series of erasure and perfected selections.

My memory of that day is like television itself, sharp and clear but unreliable.

Mine is a story of craving. Each memory makes me a child again.

The other day I was looking for something in the bedroom closet and got an unexpected whiff of him from one of his sweaters . . ." His face crumpled up but he fought off crying. "The pain is almost physical, sometimes. I missed him so much that day that it gave me a bloody nose—just started bleeding for no reason. Hadn't

Where joyous full of faith, spreading white sails, She cleaves the ether mid the sparkle and the foam of day, or under many a star at night, By sailors young and old haply will I, a reminiscence of the land, be read

I wish I still had that photo.

Dear Sweetheart, do you ever think of me? Just the other day I was thinking of you. I'm pretty sure it was you.

It also produced a painful longing to hear his voice just one more time.

Little did Papa realize that morning that he was never to see us or hold us again, nor would he ever again harken to the meadowlarks of Yell County trilling a joyous anthem to spring.

There are a few years where you make almost all of your important memories. And then you spend the next few decades reliving them.

Back in the 1930s, when men with handlebar moustaches played football in long johns and tails, and the ball was a spherical clod of bitumen, did fans weep in the stands when their team lost? No. They limited their responses to a muttered 'blast' or a muted 'hurrah' before going home to smoke a pipe and lean on the mantelpiece.

I just miss him, is all. He used to make me laugh, nothing else did.

It felt now as if I'd never known them and I couldn't know them again. It seemed to me that whatever had existed back in the place where I'd grown up was so far away now, impossible to retrieve.

I don't exaggerate - I just remember big

Whenever I think about the past, it just brings back so many memories.

Pisces — remembers things that happened 25 years ago, forgets things that happened 5 seconds ago

Did you ever have the measles, and if so, how many?

If the portraits of our absent friends are pleasant to us, which renew our memory of them and relieve our regret for their absence by a false and empty consolation, how much more pleasant are letters which bring us the written characters of the absent friend.

I only know that since he left, My life's so empty. Though I try to forget, It just can't be done.

I always stayed in touch with Mr. Frank until his death. We were always corresponding. I used to call him Oom Otto — Uncle Otto. He visited us also several times in Israel with his second wife.