Quotes About Memories

There are middle-aged children who spend a part of every day thinking of their college or their war, but the ones who grow up to be men do not have this plaintive need for a flavor of past importance

Fruitcake really is the queen of cakes!' she insists as she passes a thick, crumbling slice. 'There is just nothing better — nothing!' Tasting it, you have to agree. The crude jokes about fruitcake seem silly and unfounded as its moist richness blooms on the tongue, stirring both memories of Christmases past and anticipation of those to come.

Imagine—after your enemies are judged and banished, many great treasure chests are set before you. Jesus tells you to open them, saying, These are the gifts I meant for you in your former life but were stolen. I return them now, with interest. Imagine what fills those chests. Laughter comes from one, for so much of what has been lost are memories and joy.

Ordinary experience, from waking second to second, is in fact highly synthetic (in the sense of combinative or constructive), and made of a complexity of strands, past memories and present perceptions, times and places, private and public history, hopelessly beyond science's powers to analyse. It is quintessentially 'wild' ... unphilosophical, irrational uncontrollable, incalculable.

Sin embargo, resultaba hasta cómico que, en el momento en que yo creía estar realmente harto de ella, volviesen a ocupar mi mente los viejos sentimientos.

So this wonderful city Has only dead ashes for me.

She breathed deeply, and for full ten minutes stood there, like a watered plant drawing up the food of its vitality. The scent was of leaves and turned earth and of rain not far away; the last time she had stood there had been at the end of May, and she had inhaled that scent of summer which is at once a memory and a promise, an aching and a draught of delight...

He hadn't hit her in several years, but when you've been beaten you never forget it. The bruises go away but the scars remain, deep, hidden, raw. You stay beaten. It takes a real coward to beat a woman.

When you wake up tomorrow, another day is behind you. The days add up; the weeks run together; the months become years.

tower. I heard the laughter

We both rolled our eyes when my old-school mother clucked at us, Enjoy them while you can because they'll be grown up before you know it. Now, even just a few years into it, we were realising she was right. Hers was a well-worn cliché but one we could already see was steeped in truth. The boys were growing up fast, and each week ended another little chapter that could never again be revisited.

THE DAY BEFORE Darnley's assassination was one of the happiest Mary could remember.

Poetry...is full of visions pulled more from our hearts than from our minds. Our greatest poems are written in the dust of our deepest memories.

But even though we were all horrifying reminders of our own mortality, it was nice to see my old, crumbling friends.

You're nice,' Cushie told him, squeezing his hand. 'And you're my oldest friend.' But they both must have known that you can know someone all your life and never quite be friends.

The hardest thing to accept about the passage of time is that the people who mattered most to us are all wrapped up in parenthesis

I have stood aside to see the phantoms of those days go by me. They are gone, and I resume the journey of my story.' (David Copperfield) "But all that night he lay awake because the phantoms of those days were not gone. Like the tiny, terrible holes in the prophylactics, the phantoms of those days were not easy to detect—and their meaning was unknown—but they were there.

When people say that German or any other language is romantic... all they really mean is that they've enjoyed a past in the language.

Many of Juan Diego's demons had been his childhood companions-he knew them so well, they were as familiar as friends.

What is hardest to accept about the passage of time is that the people who once mattered the most to us are wrapped up in parentheses.

You are never over your childhood, not until you are under the train—unter dem Zug.

The student and the teacher had contrasting ideas about the sentence, which was: "There is always one moment in childhood when the door opens and lets the future in.

It often happens with grown-ups that their tears are misunderstood. (Who can know which time in their lives they are reliving?)

He'd complained to his doctor. "The beta-blockers are blocking my memories!" Juan Diego cried. "They are stealing my childhood—they are robbing my dreams!" To his doctor, all this hysteria meant was that Juan Diego missed the kick his adrenaline gave him. (Beta-blockers really do a number on your adrenaline.)