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In mere moments of togetherness, families forge their most indelibe memories.
As the years pass by, we'll glance at faded photographs recalling memories shared with special friends and family, never wanting it to end. Memories are the only thing left within the end." Judy
Yeah, I'm thinking it's a reunion or, since it is our classmates, a collection of idiots. Let's call it a meese. Like geese, only with morons. (Caleb)
To be with old friends is very warming and comforting.
The force of love, the force of reunion is unstoppable.
When I see old friends, I'm very excited.
I think now we are simply strangers with some memories.
My head fills up with images of past gatherings there: pep rallies, award ceremonies, talent shows, speaker days, career days, holiday pageants, all things that Isabelle and I attended together, even while sitting in different parts of the auditorium with our own sets of friends.
There will always be those memories that tie us together, those invisible strings. The careless stitches of mother and daughter. Suddenly
Photos I'm not in
and memories we don't share,
haunt my lonely eyes.
It is one of the major tragedies that nothing is more discomforting than the hearty affection of the Old Friends who never were friends.
There are people you remember and people you dream of.
I never wanted to do reunion shows for the sake of a reunion show. I've done all the 'Brady Bunch' stuff except for the Variety Show, but when a talk show wants us all to get together for their sake, it's not interesting to me.
Memories begin to creep forward from hidden corners of your mind. Passing disappointments. Lost chances and lost causes. Heartbreaks and pain and desolate, horrible loneliness. Sorrows you thought long forgotten mingle with still-fresh wounds.
Memories shared serve each one differently.
I'm missing some people, you know, and this is not nostalgia. I miss them. This is melancholy.
I've never been to a class reunion or anything because I'm always afraid of that one - there's going to be some 'Carrie'-like incident.
I think we'll make sure we have Boy Meets World reunions.
How unspeakably the lengthening of memories in common endears our old friends!
There are memories I choose not to live with, but we hang out at the same bar.
friends, but life eventually resumed its rhythm - Saturdays at
The friends who met here and embraced are gone, Each to his own mistake;
In meeting again after a separation, acquaintances ask after our outward life, friends after our inner life.
True nostalgia is an ephemeral composition of disjointed memories.
For what else is nostalgia but this? That immense ache in the heart that seems immeasurable, massive, spilling over the future that longs for things that can no longer be. (Foreword to Exie Abola's Trafficking in Nostalgia)
It is always painful to part from people whom one has known for a brief space of time. The absence of old friends one can endure with equanimity, But even a momentary separation from anyone to whom one has just been introduced is almost unbearable.
I would love to do a reunion tour if it only involved basements across the U.S.
Life is tough and brimming with loss, and the most we can do about it is to glimpse ourselves clear now and then, and find out what we feel about familiar scenes and recurring faces this time around.
Some ghost of myself still lived back in the days when we'd shared a bed and talked of the future. But that love we'd had and those selves we'd been were gone, placed in a box like old photographs and letters you'd never read again.
What is a family, after all, except memories? Haphazard and precious as the contents of a catch-all drawer in the kitchen.
We only part to meet again.
Memories- even the best of them- faded.
The chances of a reunion now are less likely. I was thinking of having a 40th anniversary of the band, but now they are really another band, so it's all a bit weird.
Bobby and I have been to various reunions of Our Gang. We've been to like three or four reunions over the past 15 years or so. We were at one in Palm Springs, California.
Sometime we must visit old memories to make new ones.
I never go to a college reunion that I don't come away feeling sorry for all those paunchy, balding jocks trying to hang onto youth. I feel sorry for the men, too.
Friends, though absent, are still present.
I can't put this delicately - everyone goes to their high school reunion wanting to see who they 'beat.'
We need new friends; some of us are cannibals who have eaten their old friends up; others must have ever-renewed audiences before whom to re-enact the ideal version of their lives.
One of the problems of our youth is that the family unit is broken up. When we'd sit down to dinner together as a family, we'd learn about each other. We had something people don't get today.
The memories we're fondest of are not always our own
I still have some very dear friends from school, and we get together whenever possible.
It felt like a reunion after an embarrassing absence. The affection and appreciation were earnest, but things had changed so much no one knew what to say.
I never went to high school reunions. My thing is, out of sight, out of mind. That's my attitude toward life. So I don't have any romanticism about any part of my past.
The nostalgia of a moment's love can be an illusionary precipice from which we fall from truth; in heartbreak, what we escape to in the past is what tortures us in the present.
Everybody that went away suffered a broken heart. "I'm coming back some day," they all wrote. But never did. The old life was too small to fit anymore.
The nostalgia for things that weren't yet lost.
I find great happiness in my relationships with old friends, living mirrors that reflect histories of laughter and sorrow, triumphs and failures, births and deaths, on both sides.
It all starts fresh. Right here, right now. We're brothers and sisters now. Doesn't matter we don't know each other's names, we are brothers and sisters and we're going to survive , and we're going to win, and we're going to find out way to some kind of happiness again.
A lot of people have reunion things, but I think bands are supposed to break up.
Always have old memories, and young hopes.
Memorial Service: Farewell party for someone who already left.
Everyone likes to reminisce, but not one wants to listen, and everyone feels annoyed when someone else tells a story.
There's a group I've been close to, since childhood. We spend a lot of time together.'.
Good memories are our second chance at happiness.
I won't do a reunion tour unless my solo career fails miserably.
We promised we'd all stay in touch. Even joked about a yearly reunion. These kinds of goodbyes are the scary goodbyes. The goodbyes where you know the chances of seeing each other again are very slim.
Every parting is a form of death, as every reunion is a type of heaven.
Since my brother died in 1982, my parents and I had formed a shaky tripod of a family; now that I'd lost my father too, it was too easy for me to glimpse a future point where I alone was the keeper of not just my own childhood memories, but of my family lore.
Even if we forget the faces of our friends, we will never forget the bonds that were carved into our souls.
That sense of family. And the way that we all interact and collaborate together. It's really gonna be something I'm gonna miss.
The cutthroat savagery of high school romance inspired in nearly all adults a collective amnesia. Having survived it themselves, they locked those memories far away in some dark chamber of their subconscious where things that are too terrible to contemplate are permanently stored.
The best memories are those which we have forgotten.
Sad memories often contain an element of nostalgia.
In the streets we occasionally glimpsed familiar T-shirts within our circles of friends, though we had an unspoken agreement not to mention it. On the weekends we spent our mornings scrubbing the stains from our new old clothes, wringing out each other's memories.
Some memories made in time will last ages tossed aside.
Remember our wonderful memories, but please don't be afraid to make some more
It is easy to say how we love new friends, and what we think of them, but words can never trace out all the fibers that knit us to the old.
Have you ever lost someone you love and wanted one more conversation, one more chance to make up for the time when you thought they would be here forever? If so, then you know you can go your whole life collecting days, and none will outweigh the one you wish you had back.
We did a reunion when TV One first launched episodes of 'Living Single'. Every time any of the gang comes through Atlanta, though, we always visit.
Some people meet each other again only when I'm there!
The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again.
School friends rarely remembered, hardly forgotten...!!
An ancient memory of this love haunts all of us all the time, and beckons us to return.
Let the wealth of remembrances past be the link of friendship treasured.
Keep the good memories and throw out the bad ones
... reunions, she felt, were not much more than a scratching at the vague itch of memory. And like scratching, they rarely helped - indeed, scratching often made matters worse, as any dermatologist would tell you.
Old friends are the bricks and mortar of your life.
Memories come back... the whole beginng comes out with a new end.
Time passes, but memories linger.
To the return of old friends and to an unexpected but most welcome new one.
The only time people get pressured into doing reunions to make more money is when the current lineup is underperforming. And by bringing back the other guy, it increases their draw.
There are moments we return to, now and always. Family is like water - it has a memory of what it once filled, always trying to get back to the original stream.
We were together. I forget the rest.
You might be a redneck if you look upon a family reunion as a chance to meet 'Ms. Right
Wherever they might be they always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no return, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end.
Indeed, we own a bond, my friend. That most sublime of all: reminiscence for our vanished youth.
Painful memories are gone! Together, we can build up good memories.
Separated by so much more than distance and lifestyle, even their memories of a shared childhood have faded from their minds.
It seems sometimes that we get so caught up in missing the past, or looking forward to the future, that we forget that this, right here and now, was once the days we longed for and will soon be the ones we miss.
We'll meet again, we'll part once more.
Every parting is a foretaste of death, and every reunion a foretaste of resurrection.
To ensure that the self doesn't shrink, to see that it holds on to its volume, memories have to be watered like potted flowers, and the watering calls for regular contact with the witnesses of the past, that is to say, with friends.
Are there memories left that are safe from the clutches of phony anniversaries?
For those of you who thought you'd be forgotten, The friends you've made will try their best, to make it so. Think of all the beauty that you left behind you. You can take it if you want it, and then let it go.
Old friendships are like meats served up repeatedly, cold, comfortless, and distasteful. The stomach turns against them.
The people in 'July, July' do find themselves looking backward, talking to others and to themselves about those over-the-cliff, fork-in-the-road moments in their lives. I imagine this is what must happen at a 30th college reunion.
Moments of kindness and reconciliation are worth having, even if the parting has to come sooner or later.
'Rescue From Gilligan's Island' was the first of the so-called reunion shows on the networks, getting a 54 share. With numbers like that, everybody else started to have reunion shows.
Moments go by in your life, becoming memories, and once the people who were apart of them are gone, so is the magic of the memory. A memory once told with laughter or detail, fades into a story long forgotten, like an ancestor remembered only by name.