Quotes About Memory

Prior Robert looked round for the few Welshmen among the brothers, passed somewhat hurriedly over Brother Cadfael, who had never been one of his favourites, perhaps by reason of a certain spark in his eye, as well as his notoriously worldly past, and lit gladly upon Old Brother Rhys, who was virtually senile but doctrinally safe, and had the capacious if capricious memory of the very old.

I did see pictures of Mom posing nude in the backyard Reno left on the dresser one time and I had an intimate look at my mother.

There, there, she said. Don't take it so hard, Dee. Wars don't last forever. I know. I can remember...

Mezarl?k boÅŸtu,karlar?n üzerinde ayak izlerinden baÅŸka bir ÅŸey kalmam??t?.Ölü Jeanne,Paris'in kar??s?nda sonsuza kadar yaln?z kal?yordu.

She had the parchment skin and changeless features peculiar to old maids whom no one ever knew in their younger years.

Per un istante, temendo di svenire a quell'odore di donna che ritrovava più caldo, moltiplicato, sotto il soffitto basso, si sedette sul bordo del divano imbottito, tra le due finestre. Ma si rialzò immediatamente, tornò accanto alla toeletta, senza guardare più niente, gli occhi vacui, ripensando a un mazzo di tuberose che una volta era appassito nella sua stanza e l'aveva fatto quasi morire. Le tuberose, quando si decompongono, hanno un odore umano.

I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas: they've gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the colour of my mind.

They forgot everything the minute they were together again.

In every cloud, in every tree – filling the air at night, and caught by glimpses in every object, by day I am surrounded with her image! The most ordinary faces of men, and women – my own features mock me with a resemblance. The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her!

I got the sexton, who was digging Linton's grave, to remove the earth off her coffin lid, and I opened it. I thought, once, I would have stayed there, when I saw her face again—it is hers yet—he had hard work to stir me; but he said it would change, if the air blew on it...

I have dreamt in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.

and what does not recall her?  I cannot look down to this floor, but her features are shaped in the flags!  In every cloud, in every tree—filling the air at night, and caught by glimpses in every object by day—I am surrounded with her image!  The most ordinary faces of men and women—my own features—mock me with a resemblance.  The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her!

Antes me olvidaré de mi existencia que de ti

Todo recuerdo de un difunto es precioso, si se le sigue estimando como cuando vivía.

Why shouldn't you suffer? I do! Will you forget me? Will you be happy when I am in the earth? Will you say twenty years hence, 'That's the grave of Catherine Earnshaw. I loved her long ago, and was wretched to lose her; but it is past. I've loved many others since: my children are dearer to me than she was; and at death, I shall not rejoice that I am going to her; I shall be sorry that I must leave them! Will you say so, Heathcliff?

No puedo ni bajar la vista al suelo sin que sus rasgos se dibujen en las baldosas. En cada nube, en cada árbol, colmando el aire nocturno y refulgiendo de día a rachas en cada objeto, me veo continuamente cercado por su imagen. Los rostros más triviales de hombres y mujeres y hasta los propios rasgos de mi cara se burlan de mí, ofreciéndome su parecido. El mundo entero es una atroz colección de testimonios acreditativos de que vivió y de que ya la he perdido.

Cualquier reliquia de los muertos es preciosa si se les valoró en vida

Then did I check the tears of useless passion- Weaned my young soul from yearning after thine; Sternly denied its burning wish to hasten Down to that tomb already more than mine. And, even yet, I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain; Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, How could I seek the empty world again?

En ocasiones he soñado cosas que no he olvidado nunca y que han cambiado mi modo de pensar. Han pasado por mi alma y le han dado un color nuevo, como cuando al agua se le agrega vino.

Si miro al suelo, creo ver las facciones de ella grabadas en las baldosas. En los árboles y en las nubes, en todas las cosas durante el día y llenando el aire durante la noche, veo su imagen. ¡Creo verla en las más vulgares facciones de cada hombre y cada mujer, y hasta en mi propio rostro! El mundo es para mi una horrenda colección de recuerdos diciéndome que ella vivió y que la he perdido.

Qualunque ricordo di quelli che abbiamo amati in vita, ci diventa prezioso quand'essi sono morti.

It formed a sweet picture.  The long light hair curled slightly on the temples; the eyes were large and serious; the figure almost too graceful.  I did not marvel how Catherine Earnshaw could forget her first friend for such an individual.

How spring can bring thee glory, yet, And summer win thee to forget

Qualunque ricordo di quelli che abbiamo amato in vita, ci diventa prezioso quand'essi sono morti.