Quotes About Memories

Hurry home, darling, she said. Hurry home. And how's that for a man to have! When I hung up, I stood by the phone all weak and leaky and happy if there is such a condition. I tried to think how it had been before Mary, and I couldn't remember, or how it would be without her, and I could not imagine it except that it would be a condition bordered in black.

If he considered God at all, he thought of Him as an old and honored general, retired and gray, living among remembered battles and putting wreaths on the graves of his lieutenants several times a year.

At last he said, Did you come out of the big mountains? Gitano shook his head slowly. No, I walked down the Salinas Valley. The afternoon thought would not let Joey go. Did you ever go into the big mountains back there? The old dark eyes grew fixed, and their light turned inward on the years that were living in Gitano's head.

There are times that one treasures for all one's life, and such times are burned clearly and sharply on the material of total recall. I felt very fortunate that morning.

In the books of some memories it was the best time that ever sloshed over the world - the old time, the gay time, sweet and simple, as though time were young and fearless. Old men who didn't know whether they were going to stagger over the boundary of the century looked forward to it with distaste. For the world was changing, and sweetness was gone, and virtue too.

Benar. Kita tak pernah lagi menjumpai kebahagiaan yang setara dengan kebahagiaan masa kanak-kanak kita. Pablo mengangguk sedih.

When I was a child growing up in Salinas we called San Francisco "the City". Of course it was the only city we knew, but I still think of it as the City, and so does everyone else who has ever associated with it. A strange and exclusive work is "city". Besides San Francisco, only small sections of London and Rome stay in the mind as the City. New Yorkers say they are going to town. Paris has no title but Paris. Mexico City is the Capital. p197

His reaction to the idea was not simple. He felt a great warmth that they should want to give him a party and at the same time he quaked inwardly remembering the last one they had given. Now everything fell into place-Mack's question and the silences when he was about. He thought of it a lot that night sitting beside his desk. He glanced about considering what things would have to be locked up. He knew the party was going to cost him plenty.

And even childhood was no good any more—not the way it was. No worry then but how to find a good stone, not round exactly but flattened and water-shaped, to use in a sling pouch cut from a discarded shoe. Where did all the good stones go, and all simplicity?

And Ma smiled sadly, He is. Tommy's growed way up - way up so I can't get aholt of 'im sometimes.

I remember my childhood names for grasses and secret flowers. I remember where a toad may live and what time the birds awaken in the summer—and what trees and seasons smelled like—how people looked and walked and smelled even. The memory of odors is very rich.

I remember my childhood names for grasses and secret flowers. I remember where a toad may live...

It's a thing to see when a boy comes home. It's a thing to see.

And when he drove away from his old friends they knew they would not see him again, although he did not say it. He took to gazing at the mountains and the trees, even at faces, as though to memorize them for eternity.

You're too young a man to be panning memories, Adam.

Grampa an' the old place, they was jus' the same thing.

Hay?r, ölmekte olan kiÅŸiyi sevebilir, nefret edebilir, arkas?ndan aÄŸlayabilir, özleyebilirsiniz; ama öldüÄŸü zaman o art?k karma??k ve resmi bir sosyal kutlaman?n ana malzemesi, baÅŸl?ca süs olup ç?kar.

Hayatlar?m?z bizden ayr?l?nca nas?l yaÅŸayabiliriz? GeçmiÅŸimiz olmadan kendimizi nas?l tan?yaca??z? Hay?r, hay?r. B?rak kals?n. Yak gitsin.

Every day my mother had tea. My dad has his ritual cigar. They had their evening cocktail. Those rituals were done nicely, with flair and feeling.

All this saving a child does! At one point I even saved the box scores of an entire baseball season, both leagues, since Philadelphia played, haplessly, in both. How precious each scrap of the world appears, in our first years' experience of it! Slowly we realize that it is all disposable, including ourselves.

What you lose as you age is witnesses, the ones that watched from early on and cared, like your own little grandstand.

Sunshine, the old clown, rims the room.

Life is like an overlong drama through which we sit being nagged by the vague memories of having read the reviews.

He strapped a video camera to the hood of his car and we drove around while he filmed us smashing through piles of old dead Christmas trees that residents had left in the alleys and he would set on fire. I could never get Jake to "put out" but it still was a really romantic night for me, so I stayed in touch.