Quotes About Memories

When you're old, do you really want to look back at your life and realize that you were never young?

There is no place like home.

As I lowered my mouth to her neck, I whispered, "I'm going to erase all your bad memories, angel. Every damn one of them." I ran my lips leisurely from the curve of her jaw down to her shoulder. "You'll only be able to remember the feel of my mouth on your skin, my hands on your body, and the thrust of my cock when I bury myself deep inside you—over and over. Everything else will be forgotten." "Yes," she rasped.

It had something to do with my military training at Sheppard's Air Force Academy. I told him some things that happened while I was there, and the next thing I knew, he was calling me Sheppard.

You've got to think of the fine times you had with your mate, not the moment of his perishin'. Every tear you shed now only wets his windin' sheet and disturbs his rest

The past is a losing battle that we can´t demand rematches.

Suddenly, she gave a little half-smile and whispered dreamily; "When I was a little girl, here for the summer, I used to ride my bicycle to Mass." I know; the Karê wanted to say. I used to watch you.

The poets and philosophers I once loved had it wrong. Death does not come to us all, nor does the passage of time dim our memories and reduce our bodies to dust. Because while I was considered dead, and a headstone had been engraved with my name, in truth my life was just beginning.

When you lose someone, it stays with you. Always reminding you of how easy it is to get hurt.

There was no physical wound—our transformation healed all injuries—but the betrayal would be etched in our minds forever.

Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.

?sviçre da?lar?ndakine benzeyen o mavi sisi an?ms?yor ve biliyorum. Bu sis, çocuklu?un bitmek üzere oldu?u o kayg?s?z dönemde her ?eyin üstünü kaplar ve o çok büyük, mutlu, ne?eli dairenin içinden gittikçe daralan bir yol ç?kar, ???kl? ve güzel görünse de bu dar yola girmek hem keyifli, hem de müthi? bir ?eydir.

I'm definitely a Polaroid camera girl. For me, what I'm really excited about is bringing back the artistry and the nature of Polaroid.

When I was four I asked my mother for a valet for my birthday.

My tears fall inward on my heart, And, dew-like, keep its memories green: Sad strains, unheard by other ears, Break forth for me from lips unseen.

She] had heard it said that there was only one emotion which, in recollection, was capable of resurrecting the full immediacy and power of the original—one emotion that time could never fade, and that would drag you back any number of years into the pure, undiluted feeling, as if you were living it anew. It wasn't love… and it wasn't hate, or anger, or happiness, or even grief. Memories of those were but echoes of the true feeling. It was shame. Shame never faded.

It was a different life out here, but make no mistake: Lazlo was every bit the dreamer he had always been, if not more. He might have left his books, but he carried all his stories with him.

he collected the stories like treasure.

He had loved the library, and had felt, as a boy, as though it had a kind of sentience, and perhaps loved him back.

How quaint that life seemed now, like something you could fit inside a snow globe.

There was no echo, no reverberation. If anything the room ate sound. It swallowed her voice, her words, and her eternal, inadequate apology. But not her memories. She would never be rid of those.

I met an angel in Morocco and all I got were these lousy scars.

Arata ca o papusa care , ani de-a randul , zacuse neiubita int-o lada cu jucarii.

Ibland är frånvaron nästan fysiskt närvarande [...]. Frånvaro likt nedtrampat, vissnat gräs där något har funnits men inte finns kvar. Frånvaro där en tråd blivit bortsliten ur en bonad och lämnat efter sig ett hål som aldrig kan lagas (s. 475).