Quotes About Reminisce

I remember all the old catwalks and stuff at County Stadium.

I played for the first time when I was three. My neighbour was six, and I went to train with him. But I don't have many football memories from when I was young.

Come on,let's go stuff her in a locker. For old time's sake.

Jump back twenty years to the white house where I grew up with my father shooting super-8 movies of my brother and me running around the yard. Jump to present time with my folks sitting on lawn chairs at night, and watching these same super-8 movies projected on the white side of the same white house, twenty years later.

Look at the memory on the turtle!

what our father called a chifforobe

The material was wrinkled, yet even in the low light it remembered the shape of two bodies.

Why keep a record when you can not keep a record?

Shhh," said Serge. "The flashback is starting…

Smelling a crayon takes you right back to childhood. When I need to go back in time, I put it under my nose and take another hit.

I love nostalgia.

I think everyone has to have some kind of hiatus at some point, if only for people to get nostalgic and remember. Then it comes back with a bigger bang. In the meantime, you have to keep busy doing other things.

I'm a nostalgic guy.

I want my music to make you reminiscent or nostalgic of your childhood, or take you back to a better place.

She shooed away the kiss, a distraction. "Grouchie Gertie," she said, softly. "I'd forgotten that.

When you break up, it becomes a habit to remember everything about the man

One last dance, my lady, before I am never to see you again?

It's just natural, it's not a great disaster. People keep talking about it like it's The End of The Earth. It's only a rock group that split up, it's nothing important. You know, you have all the old records there if you want to reminisce.

Upstairs, in the cupboard, he had a box of things he had saved as a boy and a young man. He hadn't looked into it in twenty years or more. Nothing fancy or valuable, but things that had meant something to him at one time. He found it, and found the key, and carried it downstairs without opening it.

I lived in Bologna. I go back quite often, and I still have lots of connections and lots of friends. It was a nice period in my life.

I still frequent my parents' house. I go there to escape, back to the bedroom that I grew up in. Just to sit there and feel small.

I have a picture of me sitting on the step of a brownstone stoop with my mom and all the Muppets around us. And Perry Como, for some reason.

My son says I never tell stories about anyone who's living.

When I'm old, how much would I be willing to pay to travel back in time and relive the moment that I'm experiencing right now?