Quotes About Recollection

We were way more than close. Things happened. We remembered stuff. Made new memories.

The dreams came. The memories. More vivid than ever before. As if the depth of his exhaustion had created the perfect canvas for them.

Yo me acuerdo que recordaba -murmuró. Emitió un largo suspiro mientras se sentaba, encogía las piernas y ponía los brazos alrededor de ellas-. Sentimientos. Emociones. Como si tuviera en mi cabeza estantes con etiquetas para los recuerdos y las caras, pero vacíos. Como si todo lo anterior esto se encontrara del otro lado de una cortina blanca. También tú.

A distant, faded memory of sucking on pennies as a kid popped into his head.

Frypan has no reason to process or think too deeply about the returning memories. They're not like new revelations, things to which he should respond somehow. They've always been there, inside him. He has already reactedto them. He has been shaped by them. He's not learning. He's not experiencing. He's remembering.

was as if his memory loss had stolen a chunk of his language—it was disorienting.

We've decided to give you your memories back after all. Like it or not.

We've done it, too, man," Aris said. "Don't you remember?

When we think of our lives as what we have done, memory becomes a museum with one long shelf on which we arrange a bric-a-brac of deeds, each to his own liking.

Never say goodbye because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting.

Once in a while, our thoughts drift and fade, back into the recessed hiding places where our memories are stored. At times we recall them- the memories of our loves, our youths, our life experiences. These dreams appear to us, and for seconds, minutes, or hours we are there once again.

Mark Twain's memory had become capricious and his vivid imagination did not always supply his story with details of crystal accuracy.

Mere pleasure is at best but fleeting; happiness is abiding, for in the recollection thereof is renewed.

Humor is emotional chaos remembered in tranquility.

cloudbursts of memory and hallucination crashing in on me from all sides

I soffitti rimandavano un eco spettrale, che conferiva a quella disperata ilarità la qualità di un ricordo sin dal momento in cui l'ascoltavo, ricordi di cose che non avevo mai conosciuto.

I was very taken with the idea that a person might notice in passing some bewitching stranger and remember her for the rest of his life.

That's odd,' said Henry. 'The first thing I thought of when I tasted that coffee was you.

Neither can I." "What are you going to wear?" That was a good question. "I don't know." "I've got an idea. Remember that pink ruffled dress I got for my cousin's wedding?

When I read aloud," Lincoln later explained, "two senses catch the idea: first, I see what I read; second, I hear it, and therefore I remember it better.

The tale must be rehearsed–and we may amuse ourselves imagining how these must have been, often, acrimonious, or at least in dispute. Whose version of events is going to be committed to memory by the Memories?

He didn't consciously bring Brub to memory. It was one of those minnows of thought, darting through the unruffled pond of his thinking.

You don't remember?" Sybilla said. "No. I don't suppose you do. You begged a favour of me, and once it was granted you had no reason to remember your promise. I will remind you. You said, 'I will promise anything. I will do anything you wish, to the end of my life, if you will tell me the name of the house that you know of.

A long time afterwards, she was to remember what an excellent chess-player Francis Crawford was.