Quotes About Reminisce

I escaped to New York, and then L.A., but when I dream of home, I still dream of my old house in Holmdel.

I try to see my films just once. it's like a dream you've been through when it's been intense, and you just have to go through it once more just to make sure you've had it.

When I say I miss school, I mean my friends and the fun. Not the school.

When I think of my dad as a little boy I tend to think of him in black and white.

But the film in your memory, your cannot walk out so easily.Wherever you go it is always playing

Vivian said she wanted to clean out her attic. But I think what she really wanted was to see what was in those boxes one last time. And remember those parts of her life.

What about your past? How often would you travel there, given the chance? Often? Never? And when you got there, would you think about staying forever?

And all I've said was just instead Of coming back to you.

Yes, the past is another country, but once that we can visit and once there we can bring back the things we need.

There's something about strip malls that just reeks of my childhood.

I love New Orleans. I did a movie there right before Katrina.

Anon, anon! I pray you, remember the porter.

But her favorite birthday memories were at Serendipity

and the memory had vanished, the way old clothes vanished and you forgot they had ever existed until an old photo reminded you: I loved that T-shirt.

It was only a button. It was only a bit of thread. From a wrinkled blue dress I had once undone.

This year she thought of the honeyed glow of the Lansdowne, the buzz of chatter, the champagne in ice buckets on outdoor tables on warm summer days, and she thought of the little bit of money her grandmother had left her last month in her will

It was a good hald minute before I looked over at Todd. his eyes were slightly foggy, like he was waking up- reluctantly- from a lascivious dream. "I didn't know they still made them like that," he said.... "Cool, tough, retro-manly. The kind who only cries if someone just ran over their dog. The big chested guy we can indulge our pathetic Daddy complexes with.

been there done that, bought the t-shirt Chapter 2

his old school that if there'd been

It is good to find comfort in memories," Mr. Fry said gently.

I remember, when I was a kid, my dad would subscribe to the BMG Music Club, and we got that initial 12 CDs for a penny... I think it was cassettes. Eight CDs or 12 cassettes, something like that.

I thought I'd forget you, but I guess I forgot to.

Memories are like mulligatawny soup in a cheap restaurant. It is best not to stir them.

Hey," he said, "that's where we used to go when we were a family.