Quotes About Reminiscence

I ripped it off from that old movie They Live. You remember They Live, with the glasses?" I shrug, and he shakes his head. "Nobody watches the classics anymore.

In a kind of simple, stupid way, when you walk down a normal city block and you turn around the corner and there's 40 vintage cars and every storefront has been done over to look like 1941, it just kind of blows your mind. It's movie magic.

Leftovers in their less visible form are called memories. Stored in the refrigerator of the mind and the cupboard of the heart.

Closing his eyes, he saw every smile that Rebecca had ever directed his way and knew a pang of regret. He would have liked to have held her in his arms one last time before he died.

Memories don't age

I remember things that happened sixty years ago, but if you ask me where I left my car keys five minutes ago, that's sometimes a problem.

Just because you remember somebody real good doesn't mean they remember you back.

40 months of blossoming, months of transfiguration, May without cloud and June stabbed to the heart, I shall not ever forget the lilacs or the roses Nor those the spring has kept folded away apart.

She can raise from the tomb those of whom she speaks or writes, and make them live forever.

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

You can keep dividing and dividing and you'll never entirely get rid of the sourness in your stomach that you taste when you think back to the moment you could have said no

When Thomas left, it was with the feeling of a summer romance—a trinket that I could take out and examine for the rest of my life, the same way I might save a seashell from a beach vacation or the ticket from my first Broadway musical.

sharing the past with someone is different from reliving it when you're alone. It feels less like a wound, more like a poultice.

Remember what April was like when we were young, that sense of liquid rushing and the wind taking blue scoops out of the air and the birds beside themselves in the budding trees?

Pomieszczenie wygl?da?o tak, jak je zapami?ta?em. Albo wygl?da?o, jak gdyby by?o takie, jakim je zapami?ta?em, gdy? z regu?y wspomnienia dopasowuj? si? niezauwa?alnie do rzeczy i miejsc z odwiedzanej przesz?o?ci.

My mother was Evelin's Hartford," said Maude, as if this would mean something to one or the other of us. "So you know, she simply adored chairs.

But what price do you put on a great memory?

Her eyes filled with tears when she thought of kissing Mamma and giving her the silver-framed photograph of Dana Andrews that she had bought at Woolworth's for her present.

Just because someone isn't in my life anymore, doesn't mean the memories about them aren't in my heart.

Memories fade and time passes but when you have truly loved someone no amount of time can ever erase those memories, they live inside you.

I think it's pretty impossible to forget someone who was once the reason for the smile on your face. You can't just forget someone like that.

Remember the feelings, remember the day, my stone heart was breaking, my love ran away.

The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It's the loneliness of it.

It's not saying goodbye that hurts, it's the flashbacks that follow.