Quotes About Memories

To lose your father is to lose the one whose guidance and help you seek, who supports you like a tree trunk supports its branches.

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 father is to lose the one whose guidance and help you seek, who supports you like a tree trunk supports its branches. To lose your mother, well, that is like losing the sun above you. It

She looked beautiful. And sad. For she was leaving India, India of the heat and monsoons, of rice fields and the Cauvery River, of coastlines and stone temples, of bullock carts and colourful trucks, of friends and known shopkeepers, of Nehru Street and Goubert Salai, of this and that, India so familiar to her and loved by her.

To remember friendship is to recall those conversations that it seemed a sin to break off: the ones that made the sacrifice of the following day a trivial one.

And when I was young, my family was perfectly nice. I write a lot about it, as you noticed. But it was rather limited. I think, I don't think anyone in my family would really feel I'd done them an injustice by saying that. We didn't see many people. There were many books. It was as if I wanted to get away from home.

The past is just something that's over.

To live with ghosts requires solitude.

To live with ghosts requires solitude. —ANNE MICHAELS, Fugitive Pieces

My father, who has derived such happiness from his childhood, found in me the companion with who, he could return there.

Cherish all your happy moments: they make a fine cushion for old age.

Truly it it not the tragedies that destroy us, but the memories of them.

Memories. Weighty emptinesses. I live in a memory the size and shape of a house.

Obviously an actor draws on his own experience.

I just don't want to die without a few scars.

It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.

I don't want to die without any scars.

The harvest of old age is the recollection and abundance of blessing previously secured.

I'd rather have a go at life, so there's something to talk about once we're gone.

Ir. Soekarno, ijazah ini suatu saat dapat robek dan hancur menjadi abu. Dia tidak abadi, ingatlah, bahwa satu-satunya hal abadi adalah karakter dari seseorang. Kenangan terhadap karakter itu akan tetap hidup, sekalipun dia mati.

What if Rochella were taken from you right now? Let's say she was killed or kidnapped or separated from you by a war. How would you feel about her then? You'd fight for her. You'd miss her. You'd remember the million perfect moments you've had together.

Love her like tomorrow is your last day with her.

Things can be cleaned and replaced. Great moments cannot afford to be lost.

November 1998 - They were singing. They were drunk. They were happy. That was what Olivia recalled most, afterwards. How happy her friends had been

Stuart calls me the Milkybar Kid.