Quotes About Memories

Some people are there for all our life and others are there for just a moment.

There were the sad times, there were the happy times and then all the time between seems so empty now.

Thinking back to a time when everything seemed so simple.

We all live lives of love and loss.

Only memories stay the same, young lad. Everything else changes

The suffering of my enemies will be a feast to the spirits. When I am old, I will remember the tears they have shed and it will ease my bones.

We see death in the loss of sweet daughters and wives and fathers and old friends

Enjoy the peaceful moments, Zhenjin. When the fighting starts, this will be a pleasant memory.

We knew giants then, before the wine soured.

How you raise your sons and daughters matters. The wife who warms you at night matters. The joy you take in being alive, the pleasure of strong drink, companionship and stories. All that matters, but when you are dust, other men go on without you.

The things I've seen ... no, the things I've done ." He shuddered slightly as memories flashed into his mind. "I was as innocent. I thought I understood the world, but I was little more than a child.

They had been married for almost forty years and grown old together in what he called the 'gentle harness'. It was a phrase he had used many times to amuse her, one of many he would utter just to see her smile. The humour may have been lost over the years, but the memory of it and the affection remained.

For my birthday this year, my girlfriends - who knew I'd just inherited my dad's turntable - gave me a carton of albums like 'Blue Kentucky Girl ' by Emmylou Harris, and 'Off the Wall ' by Michael Jackson. It's all stuff we grew up with. I mean, you can't have a music collection without Prince's 'Purple Rain' - it just can't be done!

I once bought an old car back after I sold it because I missed it so much and I had forgotten that it never ran. It was a British racing car. You know, because I just wanted it back. I could only remember what was good about it.

Sometimes in our attempt to give children what we did not have, we forget to give our children what we did have.

It's going to be like this from now on...The longer we live, the more of our friends we'll lose.

I love the live performances and Las Vegas. I also like making films that are being discovered by another generation. Having been a teen idol of the '60s is great because you realize you left your generation with a smile and good memories.

Music I heard with you was more than music,And bread I broke with you was more than bread.Now that I am without you, all is desolate;All that was once so beautiful is dead.

Variations: II Green light, from the moon, Pours over the dark blue trees, Green light from the autumn moon Pours on the grass ... Green light falls on the goblin fountain Where hesitant lovers meet and pass. They laugh in the moonlight, touching hands, They move like leaves on the wind ... I remember an autumn night like this, And not so long ago, When other lovers were blown like leaves, Before the coming of snow.

It is precisely the sort of thing I am always trying to do in my writing – to present my unhappy reader with a wide-ranged chaos – of actions and reactions, thoughts, memories and feelings – in the vain hope that at the end he will see that the whole thing represents only one moment, one feeling, one person. A raging, trumpeting jungle of associations, and then I announce at the end of it, with a gesture of despair, 'This is I!

In the north, we remember, our grief had reasons: confinement and cold, the pipes frozen, new snow so deep you wake, look out, and sink back into the week-long loneliness.

Where have you gone, O noble lords of the plain? Time has erased your footprints with the passing seasons' rain. Your voices have now been silenced to no longer echo in the hills. The battles are but memories when you watched your lifeblood spill. It is we who are the losers; it is we who bear the shame. O mighty Blackfoot warrior, only your legend remains the same. Constance O'Banyon

Desires Like the beautiful bodies of those who died young, tearfully interred in a grand mausoleum with roses by their heads and jasmine at their feet – so seem those desires that have passed without fulfilment; without a single night of pleasure, or one of its radiant mornings.

Morning Sea Let me stop right here. Let me, too, have a look at nature: the morning sea and the cloudless sky, both a luminous blue, the yellow shore, all of it beautiful, and in such magnificent light. Let me stop right here. Let me pretend this is actually what I'm seeing (I really did see it, when I first stopped) and not, here too, more of those fantasies of mine, more of those memories, those voluptuous illusions.