Quotes About Reminiscence

The images would flash at Maria like slides in a dark room. On film they might have seemed a family.

Not where are they now, dead seven years, But what they were then?

It's all gone with you, he said. It used to be there but it's gone. Listen, she said as if by rote. I love you.

There was a quote he could not quite remember, something about the past being an island surrounded by time. He had missed the last boat to the island.

This is what I like about photographs. They're proof that once, even if just for a heartbeat, everything was perfect.

Why do some memories bleed out of nowhere and others stay locked behind doors?

History could hover, like a faint perfume or a memory stamped on the back of one's eyelids.

There had been so many easy words between them that Daniel was guilty of nodding every now and then and tuning out the excess. He hadn't known, at the time, that he should have been hoarding these, like bits of sea glass hidden in the pocket of a winter coat to remind him that once it had been summer.

We were so much in love. How could you forget? Wish you were here with me, but Memories are all I have left.

Paint the mirrors black to forget you I still picture your face and the way you used to taste. Roses in a glass, dead and wilted to you this all was nothing. Everything to you is nothing.

I feel like missing old friends that probably dont remember you is pointless, but I let myself do it anyway.

Ever find yourself sometimes missing your old friends who you don't even talk to or have any type of contact with anymore?

To relive your special day again in this world with good company, great food, and fine wine. May we again appreciate you the center piece of the table and the night.

Listening to all my friends talk about they Grandma but me being left out because mines is gone...

I'd give it all just to have another night with you.

More than all those people who starved by famine, it was the thought of my mother not remembering what she looked like as a little girl that saddened me.

Memory is life's clock and clock is life's moments.

Garretson recalled that he drank four beers, smoked two joints

Forsan et haec olim meminisse iuvabit (Perhaps it will be pleasing sometime to have remembered these things, from The Aeneid)

Perhaps even these things, one day, will be pleasing to remember.

part memory part distance remaining mine in the ways that I learn to miss you

Any memory for the most part depending on chance.

Curious, how one remembered Christmas. Perhaps because other days might appeal to the head, but this one appealed to the heart.

Oh, when I was a kid, I was poor. Christmas, I got no presents. Well, there was one Christmas, on our front lawn - Prancer and Dancer - they dropped off a little something.