Quotes About Memories

If you're yearning for the good old days, just turn off the air conditioning.

When you're in jail, a good friend will be trying to bail you out. A best friend will be in the cell next to you saying, 'Damn, that was fun'.

He [Harpo] loved life and lived it joyously and deeply and that's about as good an epitaph as anyone can have.

When you're in jail, a good friend will be trying to bail you out. A best friend will be in the cell next to you saying, 'Damn, that was fun'.

My point is that focusing on the past, present or future can have both positive and negative effects. Excessive worry about the future can be bad, while hopes and dreams can be good. Regret because of the past can be destructive, but learning lessons from previous events and having good memories can be great. Focusing intently on the present is usually stress-relieving and liberating, but sometimes the present moment is too sad or horrible to dwell on.

I have vivid memories of going to Pizza Hut and enjoying a thin crust pizza and a jug of Pepsi, and, getting high stacks of buttermilk pancakes with syrup.

We hurry since everything hurries And I shall never not return Memories are all archaic horns Silenced by the wind.

Memories are hunting horns Whose sound dies on the wind.

I hibernated in my past.

Overhead in the Paris sky Two airplanes fought it out one day And one of them was my whole youth The other was my days to come

Mixed into your memories You are fortified for life And you don't need anyone anymore.

Les souvenirs sont cors de chasse Dont meurt le bruit parmi le vent

Je t'aime tes mains et mes souvenirs Font sonner à toute heure une heureuse fanfare Des soleils tour à tour se prennent à hennir Nous sommes les bat-flanc sur qui ruent les étoiles

Passons passons puisque tout passe Je me retournerai souvent Les souvenirs sont cors de chasse Dont meurt le bruit parmi le vent.

Passent les jours et passent les semaines Ni temps passé Ni les amours reviennent

Singurele momente importante dintr-o via?? sunt cele de care î?i aminte?ti.

Car, dans nombre d'existences, rien n'est plus fort que le passé, l'innocence perdue et les amours enfouies. Rien ne nous remue plus les tripes que le souvenir des occasions manquées et le parfum du bonheur qu'on a laissé filer.

Modrice su nestale, ali su rane još uvek bile tu.

Patiti, voleti, biti sre?an, nesre?an: sve se dešavalo unutra, u misteriji našeg mozga, medu milijardama neurona. Želja, se?anje, strah, agresivnost, misao, san, zavisili su delom od lu?enja razli?itih hemijskih supstanci, neurotransmitera, zaduženih za prenos poruka od jednog do drugog neurona.

U životu, one stvari koje najviše vrede, nemaju cenu.

Dicen que en Lima el cielo es permanentemente gris, mas nunca llueve. Así rememoro los días al lado de mamá, encapotados, neblinosos, sin relámpagos, sin vendavales.

Cumpliste con uno de los requisitos de ser padre: brindar instantes.

Así que así era yo y no había quien me cambiara, porque pasaba el tiempo y me ponía viejo y los días pasaban y se convertían en fecha y los años se convertían en efemérides y yo seguía así, quedándome con las noches, metiéndolas en un vaso con hielo o en un negativo o en el recuerdo

The only piece of home Ofelia had been able to take with her were some of her books. She closed her fingers firmly around the one on her lap, caressing the cover. When she opened the book, the white pages were so bright against the shadows that filled the forest and the words they offered granted shelter and comfort. The letters were like footprints in the snow, a wide white landscape untouched by pain, unharmed by memories too dark to keep, too sweet to let go of.