Quotes About Memories

Those who love God, and by Him abandoned in the dark of night, are guilty, /because/ they are abandoned. They cast back into their memories, searching for their sins.

Ester asked why people are sad. That's simple, says the old man. They are the prisoners of their personal history. Everyone believes that the main aim in life is to follow a plan. They never ask if that plan is theirs or if it was created by another person. They accumulate experiences, memories, things, other people's ideas, and it is more than they can possibly cope with. And that is why they forget their dreams.

Don't think about what you've left behind The alchemist said to the boy as they began to ride across the sands of the desert. If what one finds is made of pure matter, it will never spoil. And one can always come back. If what you had found was only a moment of light, like the explosion of a star, you would find nothing on your return.

And I began to feel sorry for myself; for so many years, my drawer full of memories had held the same old stories.

Whenever someone dies, a part of the universe dies too. Everything a person felt, experience and saw dies with them, like tears in the rain.

Things pass, and the best we can do is to let them really go away. Getting rid of certain memories also means making some room for other memories to take their place.

We become imprisoned by our memories, and that makes our lives wretched.

She wasn't a victim of fate, she was running her own risks, pushing beyond her own limits, experiencing things which, one day, in the silence of her heart, in the tedium of old age, she would remember almost with nostalgia - however absurd that might seem.

The taste of things recovered is the sweetest honey we will ever know.

People never leave, we are always here in our past and future lives.

That is what the forest taught me. That you will never be mine, and that is why I will never lose you.... ......... I will always remember you, and you will remember me, just as we will remember the evening, the rain on the window, and all the things we'll always have because we cannot possess them

We, their hearts, become fearful just thinking of loved ones who go away forever, or of moments that could have been good but weren't, or of moments that could have been found but were forever hidden in the sands.

For those that were never wounded by love, they will never be able to say: "I lived". Because they haven't.

At that moment, Maria learned that certain things are lost forever.

We can never found the soul, just as we can never wound God, but we become imprisoned by our memories, and that makes our lives wretched, even when we have everything we need in order to be happy.

When you must choose a new path, do not bring old experiences with you. Those who strike out afresh, but who attempt to retain a little of the old life, end up torn apart by their own memories.

All love stories have much in common. I wen through the same thing at one point in my life. But that's not what I remember. What I remember is that love returned in the form of another man, new hopes, and new dreams.

If you never take a risk, you will never know what changes you need to make. Each arrow leaves a memory in your heart, and it is the sum of those memories that will make you shoot better and better.

Don't Forget! She shouted as she walked away. Love persevered. It's the men who change.

Sometimes an uncontrollable feeling of sadness grips us, he said. We recognize that the magic moment of the day has passed and that we've done nothing about it. Life begins to conceal its magic and its art. We have to listen to the child we once were, the child who still exists inside us. That child understands magic moments. We can stifle its cries, but we cannot silence its voice. The child we once were is still there. Blessed are the children, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

Memories bring with them a devil called melancholy—oh, cruel demon that I cannot escape. Hearing

Each arrow leaves a memory in your heart, and it is the sum of those memories that will make you shoot better and better.

Las memorias están llenas de caprichos, imágenes de cosas que vivimos y que todavía nos pueden sofocar con un pequeño detalle, un ruido insignificante

when the past dredges up a memory capable of opening old wounds, suddenly other wounds appear and make the soul bleed more deeply, until you have to kneel down and cry.