Quotes About Memories

So much had been lost.

I don't like nostalgia unless it's mine.

Just a perfect day, you made me forget myself I thought I was someone else, someone good Perfect Day

those were different times.

Be careful. Everything you say, every single day, may be recorded in your students' hearts forever.

40 months of blossoming, months of transfiguration, May without cloud and June stabbed to the heart, I shall not ever forget the lilacs or the roses Nor those the spring has kept folded away apart.

The countryside and woods kept me occupied a while longer. Then I took a violent dislike to them and confined myself to my room. The prodigious slowness of time, the horrible punctuality of the meals, my reading of what I found in the library of the house, and a persistent memory above all, gave me an urgent desire to flee from that miserable region. But how could I?

La vie aura passé comme un grand château triste que tous les vents traversent

Give me some more grog, dear friend; when I talk of the days of my youth my belly yearns for it, and I am not ashamed to beg.

One can't relive one's life. Forgiveness is not what's difficult one's always too ready to forgive. And it does no good, that's obvious.

September has come, it is hers Whose vitality leaps in the autumn, Whose nature prefers Trees without leaves and a fire in the fireplace. So I give her this month and the next Though the whole of my year should be hers who has rendered already So many of its days intolerable or perplexed But so many more so happy. Who has left a scent on my life, and left my walls Dancing over and over with her shadow Whose hair is twined in all my waterfalls And all of London littered with remembered kisses.

Jazz is my childhood.

En als de vliegers weg zijn dan is het droefste in uw leven dat ge zooveel menschen hebt gekend, en dat ge die nooit meer zult horen of zien.

You can take the girl out of the 80s, but you can't take the 80s out of the girl.

Goodbye, goodbye! There was so much to love, I could not love it all; I could not love it enough. — Louise Bogan, from "After the Persian," The Blue Estuaries: Poems: 1923-1968 . (Farrar, Straus and Giroux October 31, 1995) Originally published November 1st 1974.

When dad told me Mr Steptoe had passed away, I broke down.

Love built on pain-the kind that lasts: whatever you love can be taken away from us at any moment but the loss of what we love belongs to us forever." ? Louise Doughty, Whatever You Love

Love erases even the deepest and most painful memories because love goes deeper than anything else.

There is much to love, and that love is what we are left with. When the bombs stop dropping, and the camps fall back to the earth and decay, and we are done killing each other, that is what we must hold. We can never let the world take our memories of love away, and if there are no memories, we must invent love all over again.

Living our lives was like living in a long house. We entered as babies at one end, and we exited when our time came. And in between we moved through this one, great, long room. Everyone we ever met, and every thought and action lived in that room with us. Until we made peace with the less agreeable parts of our past they'd continue to heckle us from way down the long house. And sometimes the really loud, obnoxious ones told us what to do, directing our actions even years later.

What I was going to say is that my mentor had this theory that our lives are like an aboriginal longhouse. Just one huge room." He swept one arm out to illustrate scope. "He said that if we thought we could compartmentalize things, we were deluding ourselves. Everyone we meet, every word we speak, every action taken or not taken lives in our longhouse. With us. Always. Never to be expelled or locked away.

Henri kept everything important in his heart. He mostly kept cookies in his head.

And fear. High school smelled of that more than anything else, even more than sweaty feet, cheap perfume and rotten bananas.

Memories can kill, Yvette. The past can reach right up and grab you and drag you to a place you shouldn't be. Like a burning building.