Memory is the space in which a thing happens for a second time.
Ghosts seem harder to please than we are; it is as though they haunted for haunting’s sake -- much as we relive, brood, and smoulder over our pasts.
I'm really happy and had such an amazing time performing at Super Bowl - wish I could relive it all over again.
I try not to dwell on the past. I'm not a big go-back-and-try-to-relive-your-past kinda person.
The exact time of death, I think, is not something that matters so much at this moment for we will be reliving John Paul's life for many days and weeks and even years and decades and centuries to come.
Most women who go public with #MeToo stories are fearful for obvious reasons. There is the pain of reliving traumatic experiences. There is the rage of not being believed.
A Chinese poet many centuries ago noticed that to re-create something in words is like being alive twice.
I've got a great dislike of reunions. It's a little like trying to go back and relive the best parts of your life, but you can't do it. Nothing is ever the same.
I've seen the slip a few times. I don't have to watch something like that to go through the pain again and again and again.
I don't much like looking back.
My days are straight out of the movie Groundhog Day.
One of the keys to learning for me has been to not get so hung up on the past. It's important to remember the past, but that doesn't mean you have to torture yourself with it by reliving it every single day.
I could never have a mistress, because I couldn't bear to tell the story of my life all over again.
People who keep journals have life twice
Some days I would get so exhausted, nauseous, in pain - just from going back through things. It's almost as if I had the experience and then the meta-experience.
There is no fence nor hedge round time that is gone. You can go back and have what you like of it if you can remember.
Be again, be again. (Pause.) All that old misery. (Pause.) Once wasn't enough for you.
There is no present or future-only the past, happening over and over again-now.
We comfort ourselves by reliving memories of protection
It turns out that sharing the past with someone is different from reliving it when you’re alone. It feels less like a wound, more like a poultice.
It's a very tempting thing to try and relive your glory days when you get a little older and you worry that people have forgotten all about you.
Can’t repeat the past?…Why of course you can!
I'm not a doctor - so I can't describe flashbacks well - but it is like you're living it again.
Each time I wake,I think, At last, this is over, but it isn't.
High school, you don't want to go back and do it over again.
