Quotes About Memories

Anzac is the greatest word in the history of Australasia. Is it for ever to carry to future generations of Australians and New Zealanders memories of forlorn heroism and of sacrifices made in vain?…

To lose someone you love is to alter your life for ever. You don't get over it because 'it' is the person you loved. The pain stops, there are new people, but the gap never closes. How could it? The particularness of someone who mattered enough to grieve over is not made anodyne by death. THIS HOLE IN MY HEART IS IN THE SHAPE OF YOU AND NO-ONE ELSE CAN FIT IN. WHY WOULD I WANT THEM TO?

Memories come to mind like excavated statues that have misplaced their heads.

Naš jedini susret, posle mnogo godina, bio je razgovor dveju stolica za hladnim sto?i?em. Vislava Šimborska, Prva ljubav

My apologies to chance for calling it necessity. My apologies to necessity if I'm mistaken, after all. Please, don't be angry, happiness, that I take you as my due. May my dead be patient with the way my memories fade. My apologies to time for all the world I overlook each second.

When I grow too old to dream, I'll have you to remember, When I grow too old to dream, Your love will stay in my heart.

I don't think my parents liked me. They put a live teddy bear in my crib.

I like the rain. It washes memories off the sidewalk of life.

One of the saddest things of my life was that I was deprived of the years of raising Dylan and could only dream about showing her Manhattan and the joys of Paris and Rome.

Para acabar con los libros de recuerdos Memorias de los años veinte Alice Toklas me preguntó si estaba enamorado de Gertrude Stein ya que le había dedicado un libro de poemas aunque eran de T.S. Eliot y dije que sí, que la amaba, pero el asunto nunca podría funcionar porque ella era demasiado inteligente para mí y Alice Toklas estuvo de acuerdo, y luego nos pusimos unos guantes de boxeo y Gertrude Stein me rompió la nariz.

In those days, the Stage Delicatessen on Seventh Avenue was a late-night ritual.

But her favorite birthday memories were at Serendipity

When she grew up, no drinking her orange juice or chocolate milk out of glasses that were once Yahrzeit candles.

I'm very proud of my pocket watch. My grandfather, on his deathbed, sold me this watch.

Moses says, "Those conclusions perfectly match my own childhood experience: coaching, influencing, and rehearsing are three words that sum up exactly how my mother tried to raise us.

You've been awash in melancholy for days. Don't tell me you've never completely gotten over the end of truffle season?

Qué es una vida de verdad? ¿Cuando vas a la escuela? ¿Cuando tienes trabajo?¿Cuando vas al trabajo y dejas a tus hijos en la escuela? ¿Cuando tienes las suficientes fotos para llenar un álbum? Cuando puede contarla, supongo.

Dicen que cuando una es feliz, se queda sin historias que contar

It was a huge zoo, spread over numberless acres, big enough to require a train to explore it, though it seemed to get smaler as I grew older, train included. Now it's so small it fits in my head.

My alarm clock during my childhood was a pride of lions.

What a terrible thing it is to botch a farewell.

To lose a brother is to lose someone with whom you can share the experience of growing old, who is supposed to bring you a sister-in-law and nieces and nephews, creatures to people the tree of your life and give it new branches.

To lose your mother, well, that is like losing the sun above you.

Memory is a glue: it attaches you to everything, even to what you don't like.