Quotes About Memories

I lost the sunshine and roses, I lost the heavens so blue, I lost the beautiful rainbow, I lost the morning dew. I lost the angel who gave me Summer the whole winter through, I lost the gladness that turned into sadness When I lost you.

Another cat? Perhaps. For love there is also a season; its seeds must be resown. But a family cat is not replaceable like a wornout coat or a set of tires. Each new kitten becomes its own cat, and none is repeated. I am four cats old, measuring out my life in friends that have succeeded but not replaced one another.

You are only really in love once in your life, and that is the first time.

There are too many books I haven't read, too many places I haven't seen, too many memories I haven't kept long enough

Zo zijn we Chlebnikov kwijtgeraakt. (...) Hij was de enige in het eskadron met een samowar. Op stille dagen dronken we samen hete thee. We werden door eendere hartstochten gedreven. We keken allebei naar de wereld als naar een weiland in mei, een weiland waarover vrouwen lopen, en paarden.

You should always be taking pictures, if not with a camera then with your mind. Memories you capture on purpose are always more vivid than the ones you pick up by accident.

All we have are our stories," said Edward.

It is indeed ironic that we spend our school days yearning to graduate and our remaining days waxing nostalgic about our school days.

How wonderful it must be, to be unable to remember things that once caused us distress. Yet we should embrace all our memories, whether joyful or painful. They're all we ever really own in this life.

I have before seen other countries, in the same manner, give themselves to you when you are about to leave them.

I had a farm in Africa, at the foot of the Ngong Hills.

My childhood had gone by without my knowing, and it seemed as if my heart had frozen.

I crashed my boyfriend's birthday when I was 12 years old. He didn't invite me and so I showed up.

Who in the world has not yearned for a loved one, has never said, If only he or she could come back just once, just one more time...? Despite the fact that it can never happen, never ever. Surely this is the saddest thing about our mortal world, and its sadness will go on shrouding human life like a blanket of fog until its final extinction.

Mama, don't take him. We need him,' Jack whispered. 'Please. He will not forget you if you let him stay with us. He will love you for ever and every time he laughs, he will remember how you once laughed...

It came to me then, like a chilly draught from an unseen gap, that I had always known in my deepest heart that it would be like this, a slipping away from a life full of people I had come to love, in a place I had helped to shape, in a land I had helped to free.

Who are we, who is each one of us, if not a combinatoria of experiences, information, books we have read, things imagined?

the cemetery is the home of those who are not here, come in.

Desires are already memories.

Le città sono un insieme di tante cose: di memoria, di desideri, di segni d'un linguaggio; le città sono luoghi di scambio, come spiegano tutti i libri di storia dell'economia, ma questi scambi non sono soltanto scambi di merci, sono scambi di parole, di desideri, di ricordi. Il mio libro s'apre e si chiude su immagini di città felici che continuamente prendono forma e svaniscono, nascoste nelle città infelici.

With the smell of beer I try to get the smell of death off me. And only the smell of death will get the smell of beer off you, like all the drinkers whose graves I have to dig.

So, with my thoughts following my father's footsteps through the countryside, I fell asleep; and he never knew that he had had me so close to him.

En la plaza está la pequeña pared de los viejos que miran pasar la juventud; el hombre está sentado en fila con ellos. Los deseos son ya recuerdos. (Ciudad Isadora)

I desideri sono già ricordi.