Quotes About Memories

El viento transportaba recuerdos de magia, revolución y violines

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Memories can be trapped in a room.

The unconscious mind is open terrain - no walls or barriers, for better or worse. Thoughts and feelings are free to wander, like characters leaving their books to taste life in other stories. Terrors roam, and so do yearnings. Secrets are turned out like pockets, and old memories meet new.

Selalu ada yang membuat terlena dan tak berdaya pada hujan, pada rintik dan aromanya, pada bunyi dan melankolinya, pada caranya yang pelan sekaligus brutal dalam memetik kenangan yang tak diinginkan

Aneh, memang: selalu ada yang membuat terlena dan tak berdaya pada hujan, pada rintik dan aromanya, pada bunyi dan melankolinya, pada caranya yang pelan sekaligus brutal dalam memetik kenangan yang tak diinginkan.

I am all the ages I've ever been.

I never liked apples. In fact, when I was a little girl, my mom wanted to give me apples in my lunch box and I would ask for green peppers. So bizarre... It's funny - I don't have an apple a day, but I can say that I have a few a week.

I know not whether our names will be immortal; I am sure our friendship will.

The very beautiful rarely love at all; those precious images are placed above the reach of the passions: Time alone is permitted to efface them.

Growing up happens when you start having things you look back on and wish you could change -Clary Fray

You never really hate anyone as much as someone you cared about once.

If you never tell anyone the truth about yourself, eventually you start to forget. The love, the heartbreak, the joy, the despair, the things I did that were good, the things I did that were shameful--if I kept them all inside, my memories of them would start to disappear. And then I would disappear.

He looked back at her, and when she saw the look on his face, she saw his eyes at Renwick's, when he had watched the Portal that separated him from his home shatter into a thousand irretrievable pieces. He held her gaze for a split second, then looked away from her, the muscles in his throat working.

There's something about a place you've been with someone you love. It takes on a meaning in your mind. It becomes more than a place. It becomes a distillation of what you felt for each other. The moments you spend in a place with someone... they become part of its bricks and mortar. Part of its soul.

Being a Silent Brother is life, Clary Fray. But if you mean I remember my life before the Brotherhood, I do. Clary took a deep breath. "Were you ever in love? Before the Brotherhood? Was there ever anyone you would have died for?" There was a long silence. Then: Two people, said Brother Zachariah. There are memories that time does not erase, Clarissa. Ask your friend Magnus Bane, if you do not believe me. Forever does not make loss forgettable, only bearable.

Their grandchildren had reminded Will of the song about demon pox he had taught them- when they were much too young, Tessa had always thought- and that they had all memorized. They sang it all together and out of tune, scandalizing Sophie.

Every memory was valuable; even the bad ones.

You had every right to be. He raised his eyes to look at her and she was suddenly and strangely reminded of being four years old at the beach, crying when the wind came up and blew away the castle she had made. Her mother had told her she could make another one if she liked, but it hadn't stopped her crying because what she had thought was permanent was not permanent after all, but only made out of sand that vanished at the touch of wind and water.

Ghosts are memories, and we carry them because those we love do not leave the world

Happy birthday, Alexander," Magnus murmured. "Thanks for remembering," Alec whispered back.

I have not stopped loving her, nor my parabatai; love does not stop when someone dies.

There were some memories, though, that never faded.

He remembered Tessa weeping in his arms in Paris, and thinking that he had never known the loss she felt, because he had never loved like she had, and that he was afraid that someday he would, and like Tessa he would lose his mortal love. And that it was better to be the one who died than the one who lived on. He had dismissed that, later, as a morbid fantasy, and had not remembered it again until Alec.