Quotes About Memory

A memory is a beautiful thing, it's almost a desire that you miss.

Tutto finisce, tutto passa, l'acqua scorre e il cuore dimentica.

Some details escaped her, but the regret remained with her.

Then a faintness came over her; she recalled the Viscount who had waltzed with her at Vaubyessard, and his beard exhaled like this air an odour of vanilla and citron, and mechanically she half-closed her eyes the better to breathe it in. But

This splendid vision dwelt in her memory as the most beautiful thing that it was possible to dream, so that now she strove to recall her sensation. That still lasted, however, but in a less exclusive fashion and with a deeper sweetness. Her soul, tortured by

Tout s'en va, tout passe, l'eau coule, et le cÅ"ur oublie. » "Everything goes, everything passes, the water flows, and the heart forgets.

Sur la fosse, entre les sapins, un enfant pleurait agenouillé, et sa poitrine, brisée par les sanglots, haletait dans l'ombre, sous la pression d'un regret immense plus doux que la lune et plus insondable que la nuit.

A veces recordamos durante siglos cierto momento que ya no volverá, que ha pasado, que está en la nada para siempre, y por el que pagaríamos en prenda todo nuestro futuro

Elle se rappela les héroïnes des livres qu'elle avait lus, et la légion lyrique de ces femmes adultères se mit à chanter dans sa mémoire ...

Liefdes' adem was getogen door de mazen van het weefsel; in iedere steek van de naald had zich een verwachting of een herinnering vastgelegd; en al die dooreengewerkte zijden draden waren één groot getuigenis van die gestadige stille hartstocht.

even, like them, leave a name carved upon the wall.

Eh bien, tout doucement, un jour chassant l'autre, un printemps sur un hiver et un automne par-dessus un été, ça a coulé brin à brin, miette à miette ; ça s'en est allé, c'est parti, c'est descendu, je veux dire, car il vous reste toujours quelque chose au fond, comme qui dirait… un poids, là, sur la poitrine !

She forgot the tune of the quadrilles; she no longer saw the liveries and appointments so distinctly; some details escaped her, but the regret remained with her.

En vez de desviar su imaginación de él, aún más se aferraba a su recuerdo, excitándose en el dolor y buscando cuantas ocasiones se presentaban para padecerlo.

As my body continues on its journey, my thoughts keep turning back and bury themselves in days past. [To his mother, Novemeber 23, 1849]

Sometimes your words come back to me like a distant echo, like the sound of a bell carried by the wind, and when I read love passages in. books, it seems to me that it is you about whom I am reading.

Jao onome tko nije poželio srdžbe iz tragedija, tko ne zna napamet ljubavne strofe da ih ponavlja na mjese?ni! Lijepo je živjeti tako u vje?itoj ljepoti, odijevati se poput kraljeva, gajiti strasti u njihovu najviše obliku, ljubiti ljubavlju koju je genij ovjekovje?io.

Oh, to blijedo zimsko sunce! Ono je žalosno kao uspomena na sre?u.

No daleko od toga, pam?enje zaboravlja, a slika blijedi, dok tvrdoglavi bol ostaje u vama. I samo da bih je do?arao, napisao sam sve ovo dosada, nadaju?i se da ?e mi rije?i pomo?i da je oživim; nisam uspio, ja pamtim mnogo više od onoga što sam o tom rekao.

Everything I see reminds me that in a few days I shall no longer see it... It's horrible... I shall see nothing more... nothing of what exists... the smallest objects that we use... glasses... plates... beds where people sleep so comfortably... carriages. It's so lovely, going out in a carriage, in the evening... How much I enjoyed all that!

Niciodat? nu se mai întoarce o fiin??. Se vor naÈ™te milioane È™i miliarde, aproape la fel, cu ochi, nas, gur?, tidv? È™i înl?untru o gândire, f?r? ca vreodat? s? se mai arate aceasta care era culcat? în patul ?sta.

Il bacio colpisce come la folgore, l'amore passa come un temporale poi la vita torna a calmarsi come il cielo e ricomincia come prima. Si può ricordare una nuvola?

Il revoyait en souvenir la jolie cité claire, dégringolant, comme une cascade de maisons plates, du haut de sa montagne dans la mer, mais il ne trouvait plus un mot pour exprimer ce qu'il avait vu, ce qu'il avait senti.

El verdadero miedo es como una reminiscencia de los terrores fantásticos de antaño. Un