Quotes About Memories

There are days that should never be. And then, there are days that, oh, if only they could go on forever!

Jah,» lausus mees vaikselt. Ta peatus ja pööras pea kõrvale. «Ma armastasin teda.» Sonea pilgutas üllatunult silmi. Akkarin ja orjatüdruk? Akkarin oli teda armastanud? Akkarin oli armastanud kedagi teist? Sonea tundis üha kasvavat ebakindlust ja pahameelt, mis peagi asendusid süütundega. Kas ta oli tõesti armukade juba aastaid tagasi surnud tüdruku pärast? See oli naeruväärne.

We go through that grind—spring training, 162 games, playoffs, World Series—and you're close to those people. I think about them a lot, and every time I look at that ring, I see them.

Memories did not come in a rush, but little by little; and perhaps that was just as well. She was getting back her interest in life, she was learning to live in this new-old world and be useful in it, much more so than she had been in the past, for she had been a self-centered person, ravenous for pleasure and praise.

the exiles who at midday relax at the café with their suitcases packed full of memories, packed and ready to return to paradise, even though they - or is it we? - aren't sure if that particular paradise is a memory or a dream (175).

That was the best time. The last day, the day of leaving. It was a good journey. It became different at the other end.

We are never finished with grief. It is part of the fabric of living. It is always waiting to happen. Love makes memories and life precious; the grief that comes to us is proportionate to that love and is inescapable.

There may be some part of the world – dead countries, or secure and by-passed ones – where men can cherish the past and think of passing on furniture and china to their heirs. Men can do that perhaps in Sweden or Canada.

Nothing consoles you for the loss of someone you love. You absorb it into you. You move forward but you move in a different way.' She

The actual memories of the trauma belong to adults; children who become reservoirs have no experience with the trauma. Actual memories belonging to one person cannot be transmitted to another person, but an adult can deposit traumatized images into a child's self.

How utterly death separated the lover from the things he loved! Here by the cabin door he kicked the snow away, and sitting where she had fallen, he played a few of the melodies he had played during those few immortal weeks when they were man and wife.

Pero como un vino, la pena de los días idos acrecienta su fuerza a medida que envejece

How can you tear something out of your heart? Your heart isn't made of paper and your life isn't written down in ink. You can't erase the imprint of years.

No destino da gente do campo de concentração, a semelhança nascia da diferença. Fosse a visão de um passado ligado a um pomar à beira de um poeirento caminho italiano, ou ao marulho sombrio do mar do Norte, ou a um quebra-luz de papel cor de laranja em casa de um chefe local no subúrbio de Bobruisk – todos os presos sem exceção tinham um passado maravilhoso.

Her friend had seen eighty summers, she, seventy-five.

Celebrations were all different but funerals always seemed to be the same, no matter who was being buried

His parents were tiny people and knew how to dance. Scotty danced, too, with a variety of women, I'm sure, though I never acknowledged this to myself until years later. He knew charm.

Oh! Everything I loved!

The girls chirped and chatted like uncaged warblers. They were delirious with joy... Intoxications of life's morning! Enchanted years! The wing of a dragonfly trembles! Oh, reader, whoever you may be, do you have such memories? Have you walked in the underbrush, pushing aside branches for the charming head behind you? Have you slid laughing, down some slope wet with rain, with the woman you loved?

First of all, I wish you love, and that by loving you may also be loved. But if it's not like that, be brief in forgetting And after you've forgotten, don't keep anything.

It is painful to break the sad links to the past

Memories are our strength. When night attempts to return, we must light up the great dates, as we would light torches.

Vous rappelez-vous notre douce vie, Lorsque nous etions si jeunes tous deux, Et que nous n'avions au coeur d'autre envie Que d'etre bien mis et d'etre amoureux, Lorsqu'en ajoutant votre age a mon age, Nous ne comptions pas a deux quarante ans, Et que, dans notre humble et petit menage, Tout, meme l'hiver, nous etait printemps?

They were moments when she was suddenly reminded of her child, and perhaps also of the man she had loved; the breaking of links with the past is a painful thing.