Retrospect Quotes

A kind of joy came upon him, as if borne in on a summer breeze. He dimly recalled that he had been t...

Naturally—and why should I not admit this—I have occasionally wondered to myself how things might ha...

We pass through the present with our eyes blindfolded. We are permitted merely to sense and guess at...

The act of vividly recalling a patch of the past is something that I seem to have been performing wi...

Writing a story or a novel is one way of discovering sequence in experience, of stumbling upon cause...

Amory thought how it was only the past that seemed strange and unbelievable.