Quotes About Memory

I stared at him. Did he really just say that? Did he remember? The way he looked back at me, one eyebrow raised, I knew he did. And this time, I was the one to look away. Because I remembered. I remembered everything.

Somewhere outside, a goldfinch was singing. Or maybe it was a song sparrow. My dad tried to teach me different kinds of bird songs, but I couldn't quite remember.

Sometimes it's like people are a million times more beautiful to you in your mind.

I will never forget tonight, not for as long as I live. One day, if I'm lucky, I'll tell some young girl all my stories, just like Stormy told me hers. And I'll get to live them again. When I'm old and gray, I will look back on this night, and I will remember it just as it was. Is. We're still here. It's not the future yet.

When something that terrible, that horrible happens to you, you don't want to talk about it with anyone. You want to bury it deep inside you and let it rest in peace. You want to forget it ever happened.

Cuando alguien se ha ido durante mucho tiempo, primero guardas todas las cosas que quieres decirles. Intentas mantener un seguimiento de todo en tu cabeza. Pero es como si trataras de aferrarte a un puñado de arena, todos los pequeños trozos se deslizan de tus manos y entonces sólo estás reteniendo polvo y aire. Es por eso que no puedes guardarlo todo así.

What else had I remembered wrong? I was a person who loved to play Remember When in my head. I'd always prided myself on how I remembered every detail. It scared me to think that my memories could be just ever-so-slightly wrong.

When I'm old and gray, I will look back on this night, and I will remember it just as it was. Is. We're still here. It's not the future yet.

Time is the longest distance between two places. —TENNESSEE WILLIAMS, The Glass Menagerie

Es el recuerdo que me gusta más, más un sentimiento que un recuerdo real. El zumbido de un recuerdo, borroso en los bordes, suave y nada especial en particular, todo tipo de mezcla en un momento.

I didn't want my love to fade away one day like an old scar. I wanted it to burn forever.

The hum of a memory, blurry around the edges, soft and nothing particularly special, all kind of blending into one moment.

Once upon a time I knew his face by heart. I had him memorized.

I don't want to forget any of this. The way he's looking at me at this very moment.

I file this away under Misc. Facts about M.

A memory, pressed in my heart like a leaf in a book. I

I say it like I don't remember her name, even though I do, I mean, I just heard him say it not two minutes ago.

Jag ville lägga allt detta på minnet ifall det var sista gången jag var här. Man vet aldrig när det är sista gången man befinner sig på en viss plats. Sista gången man ser en viss person.

It was like something out of a movie. It feels like a long time ago now.

In my head you're still the same age you were when I left.

Au début, quand un proche s'absente longtemps, on pense constamment à ce qu'on va lui raconter. On tâche de tout garder en mémoire. Mais autant essayer de retenir une poignée de sable : tous les grains finissent par s'échapper et il ne reste plus que de la terre et du vide, on ne peut jamais tout retenir. Résultat, quand on se revoit, on ne discute que de sujets sérieux. Les anecdotes sont impossibles à partager.

If there was a way for me to unsee it, I would.

He was too pretty, too smooth. Not my type of boy at all. But after he kissed me, he was all I could think about for months after.

It feels like forever ago, but really it was just four years.