Quotes About Memories

friends are like books you use them when you need them but u will always remember them

Con todo, no podía reprimir los vívidos recuerdos de aquella pasión, su cuerpo se ponía tenso y comenzaba a temblar. Por fin la tensión se aflojaba y una deliciosa sensación de plenitud recorría sus miembros. Su amor del pasado había vuelto a la vida.

They were quite free to indulge in unlimited dreams and memories of women. Was that not why they felt no hesitation at paying more than for women awake? And the old men were confident in the knowledge that the girls put to sleep for them knew nothing of them. Nor did the old men know anything of the girls—not even what clothes they wore—to give clues of position and character. The reasons went beyond such simple matters as disquiet about later complications.

No fue él el único que te despidió cuando te mandaron a Tokio? ¿No es su nombre el que figura en la primera página del primero de tus diarios? Y ahora que él llega a la última página del suyo, ¿no vas a despedirlo? —No quiero hacerlo. No quiero verlo morir. Shimamura no supo si esa respuesta reflejaba el más gélido o el más conmovedor de los sentimientos.

Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence. Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance. Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence. Winter passes and one remembers one's perseverance.

The golden age of Luncheon Vouchers ended ten years ago. For ten years Mickey had been saying, "The golden age of Luncheon Vouchers is over." And that's what Archie loved about O'Connell's. Everything was remembered, nothing was lost. History was never revised or reinterpreted, adapted or whitewashed. It was as solid and as simple as the encrusted egg on the clock.

Well, you can't make old friends.

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I felt like some old diary she'd found in a drawer: a reminder of a more innocent and foolish time in her life.

It was his fourth trip to the attic in so many days, ferrying out the odds and ends of a marriage to his new flat, and the Hoover was amongst the very last items he reclaimed – one of the most broken things, most ugly things, the things you demand out of sheer bloody-mindedness because you have lost the house. This is what divorce is: taking things you no longer want from people you no longer love

You could drown in memories like these, but she tried to swim free of them. She jumped over the small wall that fringed the Iqbal house, as she had a million times over, and rang the doorbell. Past tense, future imperfect

Generally she kept her head down, but on the occasions she raised it she was treated to the most intimate of panoramic views: the scattered possessions of the three people she had created. Several small items made her cry: a tiny woollen bootie, a broken orthodontic retainer, a woggle from a cub-scout tie. She had not become Malcolm X's private secretary. She never did direct a movie or run for the Senate. She could not fly a plane. But here was all this.

My childhood took place in the widening gap.

Fishing keeps men boys longer than any other pursuit

And you must forget what you are—were—I mean, and be happy. When you remember that old life you are bitter, and it hurts me.

When he had gotten rid of his exuberance he sat down at once to write to his brother Hal about it, and also his forest-ranger friend, Dick Leslie, with whom he had spent an adventurous time the last summer.

A avut ea vreodat? ceva în afar? de prezent? se întreb?, dar a refuzat mereu s? se lase în voia prezentului, a încercat s?-l st?pâneasc?, cu mesajele ei de directoare, cu toate planurile pe care le-a f?cut, È™i acum prezentul îi spune: Eu nu sunt un ecou al amintirilor din trecut, nu sunt o punte spre planuri de viitor, eu sunt tot ce ai, chintesenÈ›a existenÈ›ei tale, ai încredere în mine fiindc? n-ai de ales.

Winter had stripped the garden and grounds to their bones. Dead grass crunched beneath Michael's boots as he and Ada walked toward the ruin. Easy to see why Christmas would be necessary at this time of year. Warmth and green seemed like far memories. But the holiday could provide a welcome break from the relentless gray and chill.

Like the dead-seeming, cold rocks, I have memories within that came out of the material that went to make me. Time and place have had their say.

The sun was gone, but he had left his footprints in the sky. It was the time for sitting on porches beside the road.

Nothing is so desolate as a place where life has been and gone.

He had given Israel back the notes to songs. The words would be according to their own dreams, but they would sing. They had songs and singers. They might not be absolutely free inside, but anyway he had taken from them the sorrow of serving without will, and had given them the strife of freedom. He had called to their memories the forgotten words of love and family. They had the blessing of being responsible for their own.

Abba and me, we were the 70s.

I think it's important to remember where I began. I know that when I talk to other writers, say, writers from the South or writers from abroad, it's where they begin as children that is important to them.