Quotes About Memories

Leven is het weer. Leven is maaltijden. Lunch op een blauw-geruit kleed waar zout op is gemorst. De geur van tabak. Brie, gele appels, messen met houten handvaten.

stripped of all but a single, last possession, a ring, a photograph, or letter that represented everything dearest and forever left behind that they somehow hoped, it being so small, they would be able to take with them. He had such a letter, from Enid. The days I spent with you were the greatest days of my life Ã¢â'¬Â¦

The children playing by the fountains will become old men, but nothing of this will have changed

But like Conrad's shipmates on the Narcissus, I never saw any of them again.

I cannot think of it without sadness. I think of the day-long, intimate hours in her apartment with the same record playing over and over, phrases from it like some sort of oath I will know til the day I die.

To forget things I like getting lost in the smell of old books, the scent of the gods.

The jewels of sorrow last forever

Ah, me! Roll them back, you ruthless harvester of the years. Give back to me Nat-ah'-ki and my youth. Return to us our lodge and the wide, brown, buffalo plains.

Your relatives, and mine too, are all dead.

love is like war.... easy to start.... difficult to end... impossible to forget...

And how did you learn to bake like that?" "It was in the '60s in Cambridge," Ginger said with a faraway look in her eyes.

I love this, and I wish we could keep on driving," Ivy said, the wind whipping a few loose strands of hair back from her forehead that had blown from her ponytail "I haven't seen the Monterrey Peninsula or the Bay area in years. Or the wine country. I've been gone too long.

He began to play Yesterday, an old Beatles song.

The last few hours were certainly very painful, replied Anne: but when pain is over, the remembrance of it often becomes a pleasure. One does not love a place the less for having suffered in it, unless it has been all suffering, nothing but suffering-

Reflection must be reserved for solitary hours; whenever she was alone, she gave way to it as the greatest relief; and not a day went by without a solitary walk, in which she might indulge in all the delight of unpleasant recollections.

Children of the same family, the same blood, with the same first associations and habits, have some means of enjoyment in their power, which no subsequent connections can supply; and it must be by a long and unnatural estrangement, by a divorce which no subsequent connection can justify, if such precious remains of the earliest attachments are ever entirely outlived.

JANE: Will you tell me how long you have loved him? ELIZABETH: I believe it must date it from my first seeing his beautiful grounds at Pemberley.

Not keep a journal! How are your absent cousins to understand the tenor of your life in Bath without one? How are the civilities and compliments of every day to be related as they ought to be, unless noted down every evening in a journal? How are your various dresses to be remembered, and the particular state of your complexion, and curl of your hair to be described in all their diversities, without having constant recourse to a journal?

Let go of the past because its remembrance will give you pleasure.

She was the youngest of the two daughters of a most affectionate, indulgent father; and had, in consequence of her sister's marriage, been mistress of his house from a very early period. Her mother had died too long ago for her to have more than an indistinct remembrance of her caresses; and her place had been supplied by an excellent woman as governess, who had fallen little short of a mother in affection.

More than seven years were gone since this little history of sorrowful interest had reached its close; and time had softened down much, perhaps nearly all of peculiar attachment to him — but she had been too dependant on time alone.

Del pasado no tiene usted que recordar más que lo placentero

but when pain is over, the remembrance of it often becomes a pleasure. One does not love a place the less for having suffered in it, unless it has been all suffering, nothing but suffering—which was by no means the case

Quería saber de él cuando ya no había la más mínima oportunidad de tener noticias suyas. Estaba convencida de que habría podido ser feliz con él, cuando era probable que no se volvieran a ver.