Quotes About Reminiscence

Most of what happens to us goes unremembered. The events of our lives are like photographic negatives. The few that make it into the developing solution and become photographs are what we call our memories.

When the person that ya loved is gone, when the happy time is over, then ya've still got yer memories. Thank God fer this special gift of His that lets ya sorta live yer experiences again and again. S'pose there ain't no price one would settle on fer the worth of memories.

My record-keeping hasnt improved much; I recently moved house and found five pots in the loft which had been unseen since the 80s and a dozen plates from the early 90s in a cupboard under a sink!

I've got an England shirt hung up in my house from when I was an unused sub against Denmark. I cherish that.

There's something strange - not in a bad way - about going back to where you grew up or recreating where you grew up. It's strange and stimulating.

Ryan is my bridge to the past, to memories that lose some of their sting when he recounts them.

My memory stops at 14.

The strange thing about living somewhere for a couple of years and then moving on and not returning is that those locations become ghosts of themselves in your mind.

I walk down memory lane because I know I'll find you there.

The golden years become lower-middle-class life revisited. That's a bittersweet ending.

All of this happened a long time ago. But not so long ago that everyone who played a part in it is dead. Some can still be met in dark old rooms with nurses in attendance.

Usually, when people are asked, 'Would you ever do high school again?' a good 99 percent of them say, 'Oh God, no. I would never do that again.' I would absolutely go back to high school.

I spent a lot of my childhood growing up in Oklahoma, where I wrestled and played baseball.

When you finally go back to your old home, you find it wasn't the old home you missed but your childhood.

Nothing is more responsible for the good old days than a bad memory.

I don't listen to my old music of Vanity's unless I have to hear it playing in a mall or something place like that.

I don't listen to my old stuff very often at all.

Sometimes I don't fully accept it. It's tough. I miss doing old things. I miss shooting hoops with my friends.

Nothing is more foreign than the world of one's childhood when one has truly left it.

Of course I think so. Have you forgotten what I told you the other day?' 'Yes,' said Lord Emsworth. He always forgot what people told him the other day.

Bertie," said Bingo reproachfully, "I saved your life once." "When?" "Didn't I? It must have been some other fellow, then." ("Jeeves in the Springtime")

I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every window.

The soul having been often born, or, as the Hindus say, 'traveling the path of existence through thousands of births' ... there is nothing of which she has not gained the knowledge; no wonder that she is able to recollect... what formerly she knew.... For inquiry and learning is reminiscence all."-Emerson.

In some ways the experience of these young men paralleled the experience of the very old. They looked back on intense memories and felt lonely because there was nobody left alive who'd been there.