Quotes About Reminiscence

You miss a person not because of the presence, but by the good memories that keep the person so special that is missive.

The familial narratives that are so important to who we are and to how the past is handed from one generation to the next disappeared, including those that remained untold until now. I forgot because so much was being forgotten.

These days I seem to think a lot About the things that I forgot to do For you And all the times I had the chance to.

When you miss someone....it's weird…your body doesn't function normally..as it should. Because I miss you, and my heart…it's not steady…my soul it sings numb. Fingers are cold…like you…your soul.

and how time flies! What, has it already been twenty years, already forty years that we are together? Why, how terrible! We haven't yet said all we wanted to say to each other... May we have a little respite, or else may we be allowed to begin all over again!

I have a memory like an elephant. I remember every elephant I've ever met.

A fellow will remember a lot of things you wouldn't think he'd remember. You take me. One day, back in 1896, I was crossing over to Jersey on the ferry, and as we pulled out, there was another ferry pulling in, and on it there was a girl waiting to get off. A white dress she had on. She was carrying a white parasol. I only saw her for one second. She didn't see me at all, but I'll bet a month hasn't gone by since that I haven't thought of that girl.

she found herself back in the quiet inner hideaway that had sheltered her in her childhood and early youth,

He thinks, I remembered you, Thomas More, but you didn't remember me. You never even saw me coming.

In his family the dead were much discussed. He absorbed the content of these conversations and transmuted them into what passed for memory. This serves the purpose. The dead don't come back, to quibble or correct.

Once, when Tom was over here, to tease Rose, I asked him, "Before she was born, can you remember? Were things just the same as they are these days? Did it still rain and get dark and all the stuff it does now? Did the sun go up and down in exactly the same way?" Yes," Tom said, and then he smiled at Rose and said, "No. Not really. Not exactly the same way.

Photography is a system of saving memories. It's a time machine, in a way, to preserve the memory, preserve time.

Îmi amintesc din via?? doar iubirea mea pentru tine.

Los niños no somos olvidadizos.

But for one final night, he's the father I remember best

I used to wish that Madoc never went looking for those girls, and now all I wish is that we could be together again as we once were.

True love rules especially through memory.

Retrouver Paris! savez-vous ce que c'est, ô Parisiens?

Reading a novel was like returning to a once-beloved holiday destination.

I'd pay a million dollars to be Alice and Elisabeth's age again for just one day. I'd dance like Olivia's butterfly and bite into crisp green apples and run across hot sand into the surf, and I'd walk, as far as I wanted, wherever I wanted, in big loping, leaping strides, with my head held high and my lungs filling with air. And I'd probably have sex!

Neither of us is going to jail, you ninny. One day we'll be sweet little old ladies and we'll probably forget that it didn't happen the way we said it did.' 'I can't imagine us as sweet little old ladies.' 'It does seem unlikely.

He smelled of cigarettes and whiskey, the smell of Cambridge and youth.

He has us draw a floor plan of the first place we ever remember living. 'The rooms, the closets, the hallway,' he says as he draws one himself on the blackboard. He turns back to us and says, 'Now add the significant details: the couch, the bourbon bottle, the slot between the wall and the fridge.' He laughs. 'You see? I've already told you my whole childhood in three details.' He jogs to the left and writes in block letters: NO IDEAS BUT IN THINGS.

I told him the things that were coming back to me about my mother when I was little: her lemon smell