Quotes About Memories

There is no such thing as time to a man in a summer vacation.

Those we love and lose are always connected by heartstrings into infinity.

When you're shivering with loss, let love keep you warm with memories.

Whenever you lose a loved one, even though your heart feels empty, always remember that it is still full — of love and thankfulness and memories.

Some Passages from a Journal That Was Never Kept

I could walk forever and a mile with one beautiful girl.

Age is not how old you are, but how many years of fun you've had.

Every man is thoroughly happy twice in his life: just after he has met his first love, and just after he has left his last one.

If, after I depart this vale, you ever remember me and have thought to please my ghost, forgive some sinner and wink your eye at some homely girl.

We ate away, reminiscing about our victories over the enemies from different streets and villages and competing with each other in casting curses. A few golden butterflies and dragonflies were fluttering around us. The afternoon air was warm and clean, and the town below us seemed like a green harbor full of white sails.

Or so he understood it. If you have twelve treasured memories, his Uncle Arndt had once said as Münster sat on his knee, you will have led a happy life.

If the portraits of our absent friends are pleasant to us, which renew our memory of them and relieve our regret for their absence by a false and empty consolation, how much more pleasant are letters which bring us the written characters of the absent friend.

Jamie knew now that were certain things you had to let go. But that didn't mean they ever had to leave you.

Und ich dachte, dass die Zeit ein Dieb ist. Sie stiehlt uns alles. Zuerst gibt sie uns alles, aber dann müssen wir alles abliefern. Menschen, Begegnungen, Momente. So einfach ist das. So grausam ist das.

I only know that since he left, My life's so empty. Though I try to forget, It just can't be done.

The future is built on the ruins of the past and inhabited by its ghosts.

It had been a while since Mina had been properly hugged. Not since her sister. Mina sat at the kitchen table as memories flooded back.

My mouth tastes like all the things I should have said. I don't want to be this way, but I have been since you left.

The sound of her silk skirt has stopped.On the marble pavement dust grows.Her empty room is cold and still.Fallen leaves are piled against the doors.Longing for that lovely ladyHow can I bring my aching heart to rest?

You know what the hardest thing is? What nobody wants to understand -- is me. People want their memories of me to be my memories of me. But you know what? They're not.

No matter what happens the rest of my life, I don't think I'll ever hit another home run. So wherever people want to rank me is fine.

I experienced the happiest moment of my life when you took me in your arms as your wife and pressed me to your heart; when I even think of that moment my heart beats madly and I have a terrible longing for you, and I think I would hug you to death if I had you here now.

I always stayed in touch with Mr. Frank until his death. We were always corresponding. I used to call him Oom Otto — Uncle Otto. He visited us also several times in Israel with his second wife.

Oh, but childhoods go by so quickly too, we have them for such a short time - six years? Ten at the most? We are so alone in this life.