Quotes About Reminiscence

My old friends are getting married, too. The invitations catch up with me eventually, forwarded from Oregon or Spain or Albuquerque. Unfortunately, sometimes these invitations arrive before the wedding has taken place.

Perhaps some day it will be pleasant to remember even this.

Forsan et haec olim meminisse iuvabit.' 

a flat. Rishworth, I think he said. I wasn't

The past scampers like an alley cat through the present, leaving the paw prints of memories scattered helter-skelter.

If I was ever glad to have gone, I was never glad to go.

Was our life together that unbearable?

strikes of lightning. She saw her mother, stirring a teabag in a mug. She saw her father

All of those messy Christmases, each a perfect gem, all gone, all turned to ash.

I knew I would replay the scene countless times in the years before me, each time thinking of different things I should have said and done. But all I did was walk away without looking back.

Sometimes, I really miss living in Vancouver, getting picked up by my driver, Uncle Gary.

I had a home in Las Vegas for about eight years, starting in 1978.

The Old Vegas is gone. It's not that it's necessarily better or worse; it's just totally different.

Sometimes you have to be reminded where you were at the time, and songs are a good vehicle for that. It's so funny how those things are connected with your memory.

When I think of Venice Beach, my father's painting is what comes to mind.

For an average noun or an average verb, an average mind can quickly create reference. Where did they hear it? See it? What does it remind them of? What is its connection? When was it last used in conversation? What has been my experience with it? A host of memories appear when you hear a word you remember.

Remember the diner in 'Happy Days?' I do want to do a show like that. But an updated version.

I will never get the hours back in my life that I spent covering the Federals, said David Remnick, the team's Washington Post beat writer. I'll be on my deathbed thinking about that.

Next to it were five potted photographs of the Lisbon girls, pinned with rusty tacks. We didn't remember putting them up, but there they were, dim from time and weather so that all we could make out were phosphorescent outlines of the girls' bodies, each a different glowing letter of an unknown alphabet.

I was extracted, spanked, and hosed off, in that order. They wrapped me in a blanket and put me on display among six other infants, four boys, two girls, all of them, unlike me, correctly tagged. This can't be true but I remember it: sparks slowly filling a dark screen. Someone had switched on my eyes.

When we walk I hear your footsteps and miss your voice

without memory, man is nothing more than a bit of flesh on the planet's surface. Then they rake the grass and carry the garden furniture from the terrace to beneath the roof of the shed, they deflate the rubber dinghy that Richard hasn't tried out a

Sometimes I want to go back to the old flip phone. One of those old-people ones that they advertise on TV with the giant buttons like floor tiles.

But thats okay, because the history of a kid is one part fact, two parts legend, and three parts snowball. And if you want to know what it was like back when Maniac Magee roamed these part, well, just run you're hand under your movie seat and be very, very careful not to let the facts get mixed up with the truth.