Quotes About Memories

True friends share everything, except the past before they met.

As Pat and I made travel plans, we simply couldn't believe Diana had remembered us and invited us to what was already being called "the wedding of the century.

You can map your life through your favorite movies, and no two people's maps will be the same.

You can figure out who you were by which movies you loved when.

Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. The older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.

The past is only the present become invisible and mute and because it is invisible and mute, its memoried glances and it's murmurs are infinitely precious. We are tomorrow's past.

We did have some difficult times. Really, there were more good times than bad. I've been honest about a lot of the things that happened and the truth is, I have more good memories than bad ones.

All of us carry around countless bags of dusty old knickknacks dated from childhood: collected resentments, long list of wounds of greater or lesser significance, glorified memories, absolute certainties that later turn out to be wrong. Humans are emotional pack rats. These bags define us.

So many people came into your life, and they were such a part of the everyday that it was impossible to imagine them gone until, one day, they were.

Now was not the time to be sentimental. As a child, she'd been ridiculously sentimental about loss, about time passing.

James it's about your sister I wonder if you missed her I'm on my way to see you but I don't know what to bring Almost gave up the ghost, now you have what she wants most a little piece of heaven and a lovely song to sing.

My dream is to die thinking "Wow, that was fun! I'm tired.

Middle age went by while I was mourning for my lost youth.

Old age: I fall asleep during the funerals of my friends.

Il y a bien des souvenirs, mais quelqu'un les a électrifiés et connectés à nos cils, dès qu'on y pense on a les yeux qui brûlent.

Los días pasan, la noche permanece. Te echo de menos.

Pensar en ti es como lanzar al fuego copos de nieve. Algo así como una forma de felicidad que me da miedo más o menos para siempre.

Guardo el recuerdo de una chica que dormía en mi corazón, se despertaba a cada minuto para accionar los latidos y se dormía de nuevo. Un día, no se despertó y mi corazón se secó... Me golpeé el pecho, grité, me lancé contra árboles, y nada.

Ella se había esmerado en que cupiese todo dentro de la caja. Por supuesto, no todo cabía. Porque aquellos años de vida en común no había forma de meterlos ni siquiera en un camión pesado.

Era la época en que todavía llevaba mi corazón hecho pedazos metidos en una caja de zapatos.

Cherry blossoms – lights of years past.

Many things of the past Are brought to my mind, As I stand in the garden Staring at a cherry tree.

Coming home at last At the end of the year I wept to find My old umbilical cord.

I have memories that I'm not using very often That I would be happy to give to someone who needed memories.