Quotes About Memories

De todos los fantasmas, los fantasmas de nuestros amores pasados son los peores.

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.

How do you know when it's over? Maybe when you feel more in love with your memories than with the person standing in front of you.

I'll see you in my dreams.

Kulupakan hari-hari yang lewat agar aku lahir kembali pada hari ini. Kutenggelamkan puing waktu ke kuburannya yang paling rahasia. Barangkali serahasia mimpi, dan yang ada kemudiannya hanyalah kesamaran. Semakin samar, dan hilang. -Gaga

Sometimes I wish I had never met you, because then I could go to sleep at night not knowing there was someone like you out there.

In every man the memory of the struggles and the heroes of the past is alive. But these memories are not incompatible with the desire for peace in the future.

It is always sad to leave a place to which one knows one will never return. Such are the melancolies du voyage: perhaps they are one of the most rewarding things about traveling.

The only real tyrants that humanity has known have always been the memories of its dead or the illusions it has forged itself.

These weren't the tamales of my youth—they were smaller, but that was okay.

In my imagination yes, I remember, when I was six years old, I was conducting all this concert in my house. But now it's real.

There are so many stories, she thinks, and most of them end up lost.

It seemed to him that people must pass through each other's lives all the time, touch them, be touched by them. Leave something behind, maybe, like a star that fell – you became a memory.

Shelter can be hard to find. A place can become our home for reasons we do not understand. We build the memories that turn into what we are, then what we were, as we look back.

Maybe home for some is always the one they lost.

If his mother had lived it might have been different, but the farm in Asoli where Garin of Lower Corte had taken his three sons had been a dour, womanless place—acceptable perhaps for the twins, who had each other, and for the kind of man Garin had slowly become amid the almost featureless spaces of the flatlands, but no source of nurture or warm memories for a small, quick, imaginative youngest child, whose own gifts, whatever they might turn out to be, were not those of the land.

These two, the memories of last autumn, could be addressed later—if she chose. Right now, she had a task, and she could very much use whatever payment they ended up offering.

Perhaps as often as we dream of things we wish might come to be, we dream of what we wish had been otherwise. We are carried forward through time, but our minds take us back.

Memories, she thought, were tangling things. They brought you ease and they brought you sorrow, and the same images and people could do both.

Heimthra' was the word used for longing: for home, for the past, for things to be as they once had been. Even the gods were said to know that yearning, from when the worlds were broken.

Shelter can be hard to find. A place can become our home for reasons we do not understand. We build the memories that turn into what we are, then what we were, as we look back. We live in the light that comes to us.

It is in the nature of things that when we judge actions to be memorably courageous, they are invariably those that have an impact that resonates: saving other lives at great risk, winning a battle, losing one's life in a valiant attempt to do one or the other. A death of that sort can lead to songs and memories at least as much—sometimes more—than a triumph. We celebrate our losses, knowing how they are woven into the gift of our being here. Sometimes

This is what happens when the human you love dies. Pieces of you go missing.

just hope I get to see her again someday. She's the only human I've ever loved.