Quotes About Memories

The person you became with her is worth being.

The siren that is this city speaks to us insistently even after we've moved away. She belongs to us, truly, and to each in a different way. Paris nous appartient.

Curious, how each one of us secretly carries his private cemetery around with him and watches it filling up with ever new graves. The last one to be our own.

It ain't ever over. You can't have no future if you don't have no past, and the past ain't never done with you...At the end of your life, all you have is what you know.'

you've been rooked. You know,you got the dust off. Killed. Murdered. Clipped. It's a rough deal, but you've had some good times, right?

Your dreams, values, memories, and stories make for endlessly interesting conversations. If you hear a dream or goal you like from someone else, steal it! p135

One afternoon, when I was four years old, my father came home, and he found me in the living room in front of a roaring fire, which made him very angry. Because we didn't have a fireplace.

We, some cast members and I, even went on a weekend trip together and spent the weekend at an inn, because we enjoy each other's company so much, and it was so cool.

The echoes of beauty you've seen transpire, Resound through dying coals of a campfire.

We didn't have a beauty shop as I grew up.

It was the beauty that caught me and held my soul hostage... Remember those days? Had you smellin' my boxers.

I knew Slash in high school, but not very well. Just knew him as this kid that used to hang out in the hallway. Pretty much looked then the way he does now.

Taking photographs can assuage the itch for possession sparked by the beauty of a place; our anxiety over losing a precious scene can decline with every click of the shutter.

I just really gravitate towards a nostalgia for a time when things were simpler. When beauty was more classical and glamorous.

It is in rare and scattered instants that beauty smiles even on her adorers, who are reduced for habitual comfort to remembering her past favours.

the late afternoon sunlight, warm as oil, sweet as childhood ...

The familiar is by far the most beautiful.

Never forget me, because if I thought you would, I'd never leave.

Memories are perhaps the best gifts of all.

I drift along, thinking about the past a great deal. The past is so reliable, so delightful, and the best place to live. I end up there quite often, you know; it's very comfortable and dependable.

We're definitely going to hell. But we'll have all the best stories to tell

The best memories are those which we have forgotten.

Otis was inspired by a boy who sat across the aisle from me in sixth grade. He was a lively person. My best friend appears in assorted books in various disguises.

Who were the best players I had ever played against? Raul, Messi, Zidane.