Quotes About Memories

By recollecting the pleasures I have had formerly, I renew them, I enjoy them a second time, while I laugh at the remembrance of troubles now past, and which I no longer feel.

Chi ha viaggiato, gode questo vantaggio, che le rimembranze che le sue sensazioni gli destano, sono spessissimo di cose lontane, e però tanto più vaghe, suscettibili di fare illusione, e poetiche.

When I was a kid, for my birthday every year, my mother made me pasta bechamel, which is rigatoni with a white cream sauce.

It is, however, challenging to note that we are now living in this current aftermath that is defined by micropowers and small communities but are still dependent on our memories of size and strength and still constrained by the polity, policies, and practices once effective in large institutions.

Happy is he who still loves something he loved in the nursery He has not been broken in two by time he is not two men, but one, and he has saved not only his soul, but his life.

When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me;

I miss her more with every passing day because, just as words once written can never be unwritten, grief is not a thing that ends. Sometimes, though, it cracks us open and exposes the places we've hidden, and that can be a kind of gift.

No moment is too small to claim. Strung together, moments fashion a life.

the most real presence of all is the abscence of those we love.

Él apenas tenía pasado y el que tenía estaba todo lleno de ella.

Mi piel está grabada con tus señales y no hay viento ni agua que pueda lavarlas sin dejar mi nombre borroso, desteñido y sin sonrisa.

Il presente a volte può essere un pessimo ambiente se arredato con i residui di un passato difficile da dimenticare.

Andare a caccia di ricordi non è mai un bell'affare. Qualunque cosa trovi sulla tua strada, rimane in ogni caso un nulla di fatto. Quelli belli non li puoi più catturare e quelli brutti non li puoi uccidere.

There were dreams once upon a time, dreams now all but forgotten. On sad days I dust them off and fondle them nostalgically, with a patronizing wonder at the naivete of the youth who dreamed them.

Her face is a map of remembered trouble and absorbed guilt, The green eyes look broken, as if their glass has shattered. A motorway pile-up of wrecked mascara. Lashes jeweled with tears.

The ghosts that exert the most power in people's lives-at least, the people I know–tend to be of their own making, and consist of equal parts regret and old fears and just plain missing somebody.

You never fully appreciate what you had until you don't have it anymore

Sometimes, PTSD sufferers will shut out memories of painful periods in their lives and experience amnesia. Thus, a traumatized individual might not remember when his spouse died in a car accident. Another person who was abused might have gaps in her memory of childhood.

Memories, important yesterdays, were once todays. Treasure and notice today.

Old as she was, she still missed her daddy sometimes.

Home. It's being new and old all rolled into one. Measuring your new against old friends, old ways, old places, Knowing that as long as the old survives, you can keep changing as much as you want without the nightmare of waking up to a total stranger.

I'd like to be played as a child by Natalie Wood. I'd have some romantic scenes as Audrey Hepburn and have gritty black-and-white scenes as Patricia Neal.

Long before all these divisions were opened between home and the road, betweens a woman's place and a man's world, humans followed the crops, the seasons, traveling with their families, our companions, animals, our tents. We built campfires and moved from place to place. This way of traveling is still in our cellular memory. Living things have evolved as travelers, Even migrating birds know that nature doesn't demand a choice between nesting and flight.

I also thought suddenly of the wisdom of my speaking partner, the late generous, outrageous, matchless Flo Kennedy. She found value in conflict, no matter what. "The purpose of ass-kicking is not that your ass gets kicked at the right time or for the right reason," she often explained. "It's to keep your ass sensitive. " Remembering her words made me laugh out loud.