Quotes About Memories

We all have our time machines. Some take us back, they're called memories. Some take us forward, they're called dreams.

We are all stories in the end, remembered by the adventures we had, the achievements we made and the people we loved. So make sure your story is a good one.

Remember, we usually can't choose the music life plays for us, but we can choose how we dance to it. Make yours a beautiful memory.

I've learned that things change, people change, and it doesn't mean you forget the past or try to cover it up. It simply means that you move on and treasure the memories.

The idea of leaving life without doing something remarkable that remains in people minds and memories is so horrible.

Reach for those good memories, you can't get them back but you can live to make new good memories.

Life is worth living, live it with passion, grab all opportunities. Do away with anger as anger is poison, it will eat away your very essential. Do away with fear, fear is awful, face it. Memories are sweet. Cherish them.

At the end of our lives we will have nothing to take with us, but those who love us will be able to remember us and our legacy by remembering how much of a blessing that we were to them in our lifetime.

Memories are always special. Sometimes We laugh by remembering the days we cried. And we cry by remembering the days we laughed! That's Life.

Remember that life's most treasured moments come unannounced.

I had stood beside my father's light. I had held Aeëtes in my arms, and my bed was heaped with thick-wooled blankets woven by immortal hands. But it was not until that moment that I think I had ever been warm.

He had more stories of his son from a single year, I thought, than my father had of me in all eternity.

Have you no more memories?" I am made of memories. "Speak, then.

The memories come, and come. She listens, staring into the grain of the stone. We are all there, goddess and mortal and the boy who was both.

Later Achilles would play the lyre, as Chiron and I listened. My mother's lyre. He had brought it with him. 'I wish I had known,' I said the first day, when he had showed it to me. 'I almost did not come, because I did not want to leave it.' He smiled. 'Now I know how to make you follow me everywhere.

I am made of memories. The memories come, and come. We are all there, goddess and mortal and the boy who was both.

Estoy hecho de recuerdos.

Pero quizá ningún progenitor sea capaz de ver realmente a sus hijos. Cuando los miramos vemos únicamente el reflejo de nuestros propios recuerdos

Her mouth tightens. 'Have you no more memories?'

we were only twelve, too young to brood.

I conjure the boy I knew. Achilles, grinning as the figs blur in his hands. His green eyes laughing into mine. Catch , he says. Achilles, outlined against the sky, hanging from a branch over the river. The thick warmth of his sleepy breath against my ear. If you have to go, I will go with you . My fears forgotten in the golden harbor of his arms.

Have you no more memories?' 'I am made of memories.

Me tendí de espaldas e intenté no pensar en el paso de los minutos. En el día de ayer los teníamos en abundancia y ahora cada uno era como una gota de sangre perdida.

What was his best part?" "His lover, Patroclus. He didn't like me much, but then the good ones never do. Achilles went mad when he died; nearly mad, anyway.