Quotes About Memory

I remembered you with my soul clenched

Cuando estamos lejos de la patria nunca la recordamos en sus inviernos. La distancia borra las penas del invierno, las poblaciones desamparadas, los niños descalzos en el frío. El arte del recuerdo sólo nos trae campiñas verdes, flores amarillas y rojas, el cielo azulado del himno nacional.

Saudade é amar um passado que ainda não passou. É recusar o presente que nos machuca. É não ver o futuro que nos convida...

White bee, even when you are gone you buzz in my soul You live again in time, slender and silent.

Life is so short. Forgetting is so long

Love is so short, and forgetting takes so long.

What's wrong with you? I look at you and I find nothing in you but two eyes like all eyes, a mouth lost among a thousand mouths that I have kissed, more beautiful, a body just like those that have slipped beneath my body without leaving any memory.

It's well known that he who returns never left

I remember you with my soul clenched in that sadness of mine that you know.

I loved you without knowing it, and I looked for your memory. In empty houses I entered with a lantern to steal your portrait

Zabranjeno je zaboraviti da bez tebe ovaj svijet ne bi bio isti

I remembered you with my soul clenched in that sadness of mine that you know.

When the bones are all gone who lives in the final dust? Cuando ya se fueron los huesos quien vive en el polvo final?

Se d'improvviso mi dimentichi, non cercarmi, chè già ti avrò dimenticata.

Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.

Cementerios de besos, aún hay fuego en tus tumbas, aún los racimos arden picoteados de pájaros

Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero. Es tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido.

He vivido tanto que un día tendrán que olvidarme por fuerza.

Tal vez tú no sabías, araucana, que cuando antes de amarte me olvidé de tus besos mi corazón quedó recordando tu boca y fui como un herido por las calles hasta que comprendí que había encontrado, amor, mi territorio de besos y volcanes.

Es tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido

Love us so short; forgetting is so long

N-o mai iubesc, asta-i sigur, dar poate înc? o iubesc. Iubirea e atât de scurt?, ÅŸi-atât de lung? e uitarea.

A victory for us alone would be petty. She is the final flower of those who have fallen.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.