Reminiscing Quotes Novels & Stories

"Indeed, life's full of surprises. But hey, sometimes it's these unexpected moments that make the best memories." Martha's laughter tinkled like wind chimes in a breeze, a sound that seemed to resonate with the vibrancy of their shared experiences. "You know, I'll remember our chats when I'm knee-deep in my new adventures. It's like a pocketful of inspiration." Osiris grinned, a warmth in his gaze that echoed her sentiment. "Glad to be part of the inspiration squad. Remember, the world out there is waiting to be explored, and you've got all the tools you need."

Para na siyang malalagutan ng hininga. "Uhm..." Simula nito na animo'y pilit na bumabiyahe sa memory lane nito. Napakamot pa ito sa makapal nitong kilay. At para bang nabingi si Reverie nang tuluyan na itong magsalita. "I think I don't remember her at all." ©MaribelleVerzosa

"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.

Nakangiting wika ni Reem habang nakatingin sa malawak na karagatan. "Oo nga eh, ang dami kong napagdaanan. Akala ko nga hindi ko makakayanan. Pero kita mo naman ngayon, I'm still alive and kicking." Napahalakhak na sagot niya. Yong masasakit na mga karanasan paglipas pala ng panahon ay pagtatawanan mo na lang.

tawa ko. “Speak for yourself.” “You missed that note.” “The piano was wrong.” Natawa ako nang malakas. “Of course.” Nawala ang tawanan, pero hindi ang saya. Tinignan ko ang mga litrato. “I wish I remembered more.” Tumingin siya. “You don’t have to.” “Why?” “Because we can make new memories.” Tumingin ako, mahina. “Here?” Tumango siya. “Here.”

I admitted quietly. His eyes lifted slightly, attentive but not intrusive. I hesitated. Then continued anyway. “It’s not like pain. It’s… absence. Like something important used to be there, but I can’t remember what it is anymore.” Lucas didn’t interrupt. So I kept going. “I keep thinking maybe I should remember more clearly. Maybe if I tried harder, I could hold onto something about them. But every time I try, it slips away.” My fingers tightened slightly around the edge of the folder.

“Coming in the door and getting a hug from you was a breath of life for me at the end of a long day. We could sit and play or read and it was so easy to be together.” Dahil sa hikbi ni Missamy, niyakap ko na siya. Yeah, I think we were close those times Dad. “Time is strange thing. It's hard to appreciate what you have until you're looking back at it. Those days are gone and exist only in happy and bittersweet memories. How can happy memories make me so sad? Did I hug you enough back the? Did I appreciate what I had? Probably not. Oh, to have those little hugs again.”

CHAPTER 2: Halos tumigil ang paghinga ko sa mga binitawan niyang salita. Hindi man ako nakatingin sa kaniya'y ramdam na ramdam ko ang paninitig niya sa akin. Parausan tuwing gabi… Hindi ako t*nga para hindi maintindihan ang ibig niyang sabihin doon. Sa café pa lang ay quotang quota na ako sa ilang pambabastos ng ibang masters namin doon kaya hindi na sa akin bago ang ganitong pananalita. Pero iba pala ang dating kapag nanggaling na sa isang Remington. Bukod kasi sa yamang meron sila, kilala rin sila sa pagiging marahas at maduming maglaro.

"I want to remember who I am, but everytime I start remembering things my head ache like it's breaking. Parang mabasag ang ulo ko sa sakit, natatakot ako...natatakot ako na baka kapag pinilit ko ang sariling alalahanin ang lahat lalo ko lang pinalala ang sitwasyon ko." Hinayaan ako ni Sir Nathaniel at ni Lola Minda na umiyak. Si Lola ay nakikiiyak din sa akin. Si Sir Nathaniel naman ay tahimik lang na nakikinig pero dama ko ang awa sa mga tingin niya. Nang kumalma na ako saka pa nagsimulang magsalita si Sir Nate. "Don't force yourself to remember things." seryoso niyang turan. "There are things not worth remembering."

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.