Reminisce Quotes Novels & Stories

"Reminiscing memories?" Nag-angat ako ng tingin sa kaniya. "Sorry, reminiscing memories isn't my thing, Marcus." Humakbang siya palapit sa akin. "Naalala mo ba ang pagkakataong nandito tayo noon? Ang halik?" Pinaliitan ko siya ng mga mata. Pinigilan kong hindi maipakita ng expression ko ang pagkahiya dahil sa natumbok niya ang iniisip ko.

"I think we're meant to each other." Lumakas lalo ang tawa ni Jade. "Sinabi ko na rin 'yon?" "May amnesia ka ba talaga? Why do you still remember those lines?" "Mahalaga siguro sa akin ang taong sinabihan ko niyon." Biglang natahimik si Jade. "I just wished that the rain won't wash away those memories I have spent with you."

At sa mahinang hangin, isang boses ang bumulong: “If love can resurrect, so can I.” To love something that was built to forget — is to teach it how to remember.

Kinuha ko rin ang cellphone ko at kinunan siya ng larawan. "Remembrance, baka kasi pag gising mo... Limot mo na ako." ***

"If you keep forcing yourself to remember your past, memories that have long been forgotten, there's a high possibility that you may never recover them. Alam natin pareho na posibleng mangyari 'yon dahil sa damage na natamo mo, Raze. Ilang beses ko nang sinabi sa'yo, huwag mong pilitin. Mas lalala lang ang migraine mo. Mas sasakit ang ulo mo. Gusto mo bang tuluyang hindi na makaalala?" "I just want to remember my past, Lincoln. I have to," he said firmly, though sadness laced his voice. "I really want to. Pakiramdam ko may importanteng bagay akong dapat maalala. Wala na bang ibang paraan para makaalala ako?"

Nandoon ang mga nakaraang hindi na nila mababalik at mga nakaraang iiwan na lamang sa limot. Memories, like fragments of a forgotten melody, weave the tapestry of our lives. They are the elusive ghosts of our yesterdays, lingering in the recesses of our minds, waiting to be summoned by a scent, a song, or a fleeting glimpse of the familiar. The past, with its palette of emotions and experiences, shapes who we are today. In the quiet moments, we find ourselves drifting back, tracing the contours of our memories like fingers on an old, weathered photograph.

Hindi ko siya niligawan sa tunay na kahulugan ng salita pero pwede ko naman gawin ngayon. “Have you been like that before?” tanong niya sa akin. “I can’t remember everything. It’s always shaded. Some parts from a year ago, I remember. Some are still hiding behind like thin smoke.” “Thin smoke. Interesting…” “Can we change the subject of this talk?” she asked, then leaned on her chair. She started to relax.

Pagbalik ko he's sleeping, I wake him up para makakain at maka-inom ng gamot. “I wish I did these kind of things before, taking care of you whenever you're sick. I wasted six years.” Tumingin siya sa akin. “We can't turn back time. All we have to do is move on.” Hindi na ako sumagot, I can move on from the pain but I can't move on from the memories we made. Tumayo ako at akmang ibabalik lang ang mga kalat sa kusina pero he stop me.

He jokingly said, natawa sila sa inusal ng matanda but my face remained serious. Really, Senior? “I hope I didn’t offend you, ija. I just remembered the old days..” He said, as if reminiscing every moment of Izo and I. He could go on and on about it, dahil hanggang alaala nalang din naman siya. I would never go through that hell again.

Those places felt surreal. “I wonder what will happen after this,” wika niya na siyang bumasag sa kanilang katahimikan. “What do you mean?” “You know, kapag nakaalala na ako.” Tipid siyang ngumiti sa kawalan. “I’m always wondering about the memories I lost. Kasi pakiramdam ko ay may nakalimutan akong sobrang mahalaga sa ‘kin. Something is forgotten that I know once I’ll remember, I will regret it my whole life.”