Quotes About Memories

Don't bury the past if you have intentions of visiting the grave on its anniversary.

Home is where you live your life and build your memories.

Love someone as if they were about to die tomorrow.

Something you are doing everyday is what your children will remember the rest of their lives.

The man who never lends his books probably remembers how he acquired them.

The wedding lasts for two or three days, but the trouble stays longer.

Teško je bilo sabrati se i sino?, Pa dati oproštajni poljubac ljubavniku, I upamtiti miris tijela i onu toplinu koja užga srce dok je u blizini.

It's a mere moment in a man's life between an All-Star Game and an Old-timers' Game.

I had just lost my dad and I remembered all the songs we used to go and hear at concerts, and the records around the house and sometimes we'd play together.

What was the funniest thing you ever saw your children do?

And the memories of all we have loved stay and come back to us in the evening of our life. They are not dead but sleep, and it is well to gather a treasure of them.

I often think of you all, one cannot do what one wants in life. The more you feel attached to a spot, the more ruthlessly you are compelled to leave it, but the memories remain, and one remembers - as in a looking glass, darkly - one's absent friends.

Still, I went with Vincent a few times to listen to a Wagner concert before he left, and we both liked it very much. It still seems strange that he has gone, he has lately meant so much to me.

Because when it comes to memories, what counts is not accuracy, but the feelings they call up.

I contemplated her, I was remembering her in this present, I had her beside me from last moment to last moment. When you are in love you are always on a railway platform.

Memories are comfy too, they are swaddling bands, they wrap you up warm like a mummy. What moment is there in life that is not already a memory?

She told me one time that it wasn't the material things in life that mattered. She wouldn't be able to take them with her anyway. She said the only thing that counted was how much love you left behind." She smiled. "Your mama left behind an awful lot of love.

My environment reflects the life I've led, the places I've visited and the people I've loved.

In solitude we give passionate attention to our lives, to our memories, to the details around us.

Time flies... scrapbook it.

The photos I took in Afghanistan are lying in front of me. I peer into the faces of those who were with me there and who are so far away from me now, into the faces of those who were dying right next to me and those who were hiding behind my back. I can make these photos larger or smaller, darker or lighter. But what I can't do is bring back those who are gone forever.

On one of his comrades depicted in the book:] "Sasha was my friend … Like me, he was 19. But he didn't come home. He was killed 12 hours after this photo was taken.

I am asked if I think the war was a just war ... how can I answer? I was a boy born and raised in beautiful Leningrad, a boy who loved his parents and went obediently to school. A boy who was yanked out of that life and dumped in a strange land where life followed different rules.

I remembered the boy crying the day they buried Smokey in the yard, and I hoped he wouldn't cry over my death. My purpose, my whole life, had been to love him and be with him, to make him happy.