Quotes About Memories

Siri's dream world had always been bizarre. In his childhood, the images that lurked there constantly interrupted his sleep. The same woman who raised him would come to his bed and remind him that these were his dreams inside his head, and nobody had more right to be in there than he. He learned how to walk tall through his nightmares and not be afraid of what happened there.

When did we get too old for this, Daeng? What happened to those days when we were somersaulting through the air with a cutlass in each hand taking out the enemy twenty at a time?" "I don't think that was us, Love. That was Bruce Lee.

the overriding thought in my mind is that I didn't have the foresight to say goodbye or thank you to the people I love. That sounds corny, I know, but what's wrong with corny? It has its place.

You can't go home again. Your childhood is lost. The friends of your youth are gone. Your present is slipping away from you. Nothing is ever the same.

I did grow up next door to Steve McQueen, who was a very famous movie star at the time, but as a kid it didn't impress me. We always had great fun with him. He would take us out on Sundays on his motorcycles, riding around in the desert he was like a second father.

He carried his childhood like a hurt warm bird held to his middle-aged breast.

Nog een geluk dat Zoals met de gek uit het grapje die zich voortdurend met een hamer op het hoofd sloeg, en naar de reden gevraagd, zei: "Omdat het zo prettig is, als ik ermee ophou"- zo is het een beetje met mij. Ik ben ermee opgehouden je te verliezen. Ik ben je kwijt. Misschien is dat geluk: een geluk bij een ongeluk. Misschien is geluk: Nog een geluk dat. Dat ik aan jou kan terugdenken, bv., in plaats van aan een ander.

Until 1914 I loved to travel I often went to Italy and once spent a few months in India. Since then I have almost entirely abandoned travelling, and I have not been outside of Switzerland for over ten years.

For me, however, that beloved, glowing little word happiness has become associated with everything I have felt since childhood upon hearing the sound of the word itself.

You must remember this, a kiss is still a kiss,A sigh is just a sigh;The fundamental things apply,As time goes by.

How it is I know not; but there is no place like a bed for confidential disclosures between friends. Man and wife, they say, there open the very bottom of their souls to each other; and some old couples often lie and chat over old times till nearly morning. Thus, then, in our hearts honeymoon, lay I and Queequeg -- a cozy, loving pair.

Life is made up of many comings and goings and for everything that we take with us,we must leave something behind

We can allow ourselves this 1920s picture of Virginia Woolf and T.S. Eliot, dancing the Chicken Strut or the Memphis Shake together, with Leonard, pehaps, winding up the gramophone, after tea on a June afternoon.

she found herself back in the quiet inner hideaway that had sheltered her in her childhood and early youth,

Little treasures have a sign that says, Here I am. Bigger treasures have a sign that says, Do you remember. But the most precious treasures of all will have a sign saying, I was there.

Some say that over time homesickness loses its specific content, that it starts to smolder and only then becomes all-consuming, because it's no longer focused on a concrete home.

Het landschap van onze kindertijd laat sporen achter voor onze blik op het landschap gedurende de volgende jaren.

I ABSOLUTELY looooove the Plaza!- Eloise age 6

this is what death does to you, it takes and takes, so that all that is left of your memories is a faint tracing of spilled ash.

Now, sensing that he has less than a week to live, he must pick up his images from where he has left them, walking his own inner terrain. . . He must traverse his whole life, waking and sleeping: you cannot leave your memories alone in this world, for other men to own.

It's always the wrong bits of the past people want back.

Our possessions outlast us, surviving shocks we cannot; we have to live up to them, as they will be our witnesses when we are gone.

Saffy could tell by the feel of the darkness that Caddy was awake. She said, "Caddy, how far back can you remember?" "Oh," said Caddy, "ages. I can remember when I could only lie flat. On my back. I can remember how pleased I was when I learned to roll over.

MOTHER TIME: The past is always with us, dear, for better or worse. It is what it is and you can't change it. All you can do is learn how to live with it in the present.