Quotes About Memories

warming them again with your heat. You touch the curves and hollows of every detail you have, memorizing them, reciting them once more though you already know them in your bones. Who ever thinks, recalling the face of the one they loved who is gone: yes, I looked at you enough, I loved you enough, we had enough time, any of this was enough?

When are you ever done with the story of someone you love? You turn the most precious of your memories over and over, wearing their edges smooth,

They would trickle out in dribs and drabs, memories surfacing suddenly, prompted by the merest thread, the way memories often do.

When are you ever done with the story of someone you love?....Who ever thinks, recalling the face of the one they loved who is gone: yes, I looked at you enough, I loved you enough, we had enough time, any of this was enough?

What a job, clearing the homes of the dead, piling whole lives into garbage bins and lugging them to the curb.

As he walks, a smattering of memories flare at each step, small bright stones lighting a path through the forest. There is the

Behind them, empty bookshelves. Bird has never seen books on them, but there they stand, fossils of a long-gone era.

When, a long, long time later, he stares down at the silent blue marble of the earth and thinks of his sister, as he will at every important moment of his life. He doesn't know this yet, but he senses it deep down in his core. So much will happen, he thinks, that I would want to tell you.

James remembers: long ago, when they were young and the worst thing they could imagine was not being together . . . That moment, that connection, seems far away and small now, like something that happened in another life.

they both knew all the details would be a long time in coming. They would trickle out in dribs and drabs, memories surfacing suddenly, prompted by the merest thread, the way memories often do.

To a parent, your child wasn't just a person: your child was a place, a kind of Narnia, a vast eternal place where the present you were living and the past you remembered and the future you longed for all existed at once. You could see it every time you looked at her: layered in her face was the baby she'd been and the child she'd become and the adult she would grow up to be, and you saw them all simultaneously, like a 3-D image.

On their old street, each house is a different drab shade: tan, dirty cream, the washed-out gray of tattered laundry: as if all the color has leached away since his childhood. Slope shouldered, listing slightly to one side, they resemble old ladies, their clothing grown shabby and loose.

A cama cheira a sono da irmã: um odor caloroso e almiscarado e marcante - como o de um animal selvagem - que surgia apenas quando ela estava a dormir profundamente.

he never really got over how she sparkled

I will perform My Heart Will Go On for the rest of my life and it will always remain a very emotional experience for me.

Miña nai deume os camiños e o meu pai deixoume o mar non tiñan máis que deixarme nin eu penso máis deixar.

Ac?lar hat?rala??nca güzelle?ir.

Bizim için de?erli an?lar ta??yan yerlerde ayak izlerimiz niye silinir? Niye kalmaz?

Çünkü burada,bu kavaklar?n dibinde,büyüleyici bir cam k?r??? gibi kald? çocuklu?um...

The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten.

Meanwhile we arrived at our lane and the sight of the olive tree rubbed me the wrong way. I began to see that no spot is less habitable than a place where one has been happy.

Della mia infanzia non mi restava altro che l'estate. Le vie strette che sbucavano nei campi da ogni parte, di giorno e di sera, erano i cancelli della vita e del mondo. Gran meraviglia se un'automobile strombettante, giunta da chissà dove, traversasse il paese, sulla strada maestra e dileguasse chi sa dove verso nuove città, verso il mare, sconvolgendo ragazzi e polvere

No se recuerdan los días, se recuerdan los momentos

Della mia infanzia non mi restava altro che l'estate. Le vie strette che sbucavano nei campi da ogni parte, di giorno e di sera, erano i cancelli della vita e del mondo.