Quotes About Memories

Now, consider this. A human life is on average 80 Earth years or around 30,000 Earth days. Which means they are born, they make some friends, eat a few meals, they get married, or they don't get married, have a child or two, or not, drink a few thousand glasses of wine, have sexual intercourse a few times, discover a lump somewhere, feel a bit of regret, wonder where all the time went, know they should have done it differently, realise they would have done it the same, and then they die.

The Book of Regrets 'Every regret you have ever had, since the day you were born, is recorded in here

As Emily Dickinson, eternally great poet and occasionally anxious agoraphobe, said: "That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet.

Places are places and memories are memories.

know? Places are places and memories are memories and life is fucking life.

Moments ago she had been in the garden with Ash and Nora and Plato

wanted somewhere where I didn't have to feel his ghost. But the truth is, it only half-works, you know? Places are places and memories are memories and life is fucking life.

All you can do with the past is carry it around, feeling its weight slowly increase, praying it never crushes you completely

Happy moments can turn into pain, given time

Too many memories. Too many ghosts. It was time to be someone else again. I suppose the way I understand my life is as a kind of Russian doll, with different versions inside other versions, each one enclosing the other, whereby the life before isn't seen from the outside but is still there.

Your life will have 30,000 days in it. Make sure you remember some of them.

That it will never come again, Is what makes life so sweet. —EMILY DICKINSON

sadness of the memories weighed more and lasted longer than the moments of happiness themselves.

If only we could find a way to stop time,' said her husband. 'That's what we need to work on. You know, for when a moment of happiness floats along. We could swing our net and catch it like a butterfly, and have that moment for ever.

I miss you", she said into the air, as if the spirits of every person she'd loved were in the room with her.

For years now I had convinced myself that the sadness of the memories weighed more and lasted longer than the moments of happiness themselves.

The love of a person never disappears,' he said softly. 'Even if they might. We have memories, you see, Amelia. Love never dies. We love someone and they love us back and that love is stored and it protects us. It is bigger than life and it doesn't end with life. It stays inside us. They stay inside us. inside our hearts.

When you die the last thing you want is for your death to leak out and infect those left behind, for those loved ones to become a kind of living dead. And yet, inevitably, that often happens. It has happened to me.

Places are places and memories are memories and life is fucking life.

If there is no fog on the day you come home I will build a bonfire So the smoke will make the cedars look the way you like them

Are ye too changed, ye hills?See, 'tis no foot of unfamiliar menTonight from Oxford up your pathway strays!Here came I often, often, in old days—Thyrsis [Arthur Hugh Clough] and I; we still had Thyrsis then.

Losing him would, she realised, be unlike anything she had ever experienced before. A marriage is a conspiracy, a shared aspect toward the rest of the society, a code devised over a long history of negotiation and habit. That code would vanish. Her thoughts would be unobserved, her memories would be hers alone, without the heft that comes from sharing them with another. She would become insubstantial to herself.

People come into our lives for a reason. Some are messengers; other are teachers. Some are healers, and others are coaches and counselors. Some people come into our lives for only a season, but their fingerprints remain all over our lives until the end.

Some people come into our lives for only a season, but their fingerprints remain all over our lives until the end