Quotes About Memories

You don't speak to him for eighteen years, and you still share a whistle? Froi whispered. Nothing wrong with a whistle. Froi chuckled.

Que no viera nunca los momentos de mi vida que han estado llenos de negligencia, miedo y repulsión, momentos a los que nunca podré volver, porque sé que me entorpecerán el resto de mi vida si me permito recordarlos un solo instante.

playing the same music on one of those Discmans

playing the same music on one of those Discmans for tapes from the eighties

It's funny how you can forget everything except people loving you. Maybe that's why humans find it so hard getting over love affairs. It's not the pain they're getting over, it's the love.

What are you so sad about? We're going to know him for the rest of our lives.

i realize i will never hear from dena again, and i will never call her. it gives me a chill. it is a strange thing to end a friendship, even if you know it's what you want. it's like a death; all of a sudden your experience of a person become finite.

we laughed until we had to cry, we loved until we said goodbye.

Love, laughter and great memories – wasn't that what life was truly about?

Following Alyssa, they all walked over to the green clearing in front of the mess hall. It was where they'd held most of the all-camp activities, like games. Jenna sighed, remembering all the good times she'd had there---the gossip, the giggles, the crazy conversations.

As more kids piled on and the bus started up, she stared out the window at the place where she'd done so much growing up. When she'd first come to camp, she couldn't believe she was setting foot on Camp Lakeview, or any camp grounds at all, for that matter. Now she couldn't believe she was leaving.

camp is—" "—the time for new experiences, I know," Natalie said

He leaned back for a moment to tug her shirt down her arms, with the same wicked, lovley smile that had first stolen her breath years ago.

Do you remember those days? Back porch, sunshine, mason jars" - she paused at remembered sweetness - "we were so foolish then...thinking there was a big ol' world out there to conquer.

What do the dead need?" "Prayers, tea, and a little bit of whiskey." then seventeen-year-old Rebekkah answered, "They need nourishment." "Memories, Love, Letting go," Maylene added.

No one wants to see you leave. Their stomachs will miss you. I'll miss you.

John Maynard Keynes (d. 1946) felt similarly wistful, noting, "I should have drunk more champagne.

Two years were all we had, love," she whispered, "and we squandered them.

Oh, Irrylath,Irrylath, we squaundered our two years together.

Where is the good in goodbye?

A long, slow kiss. With mouths open. Teeth knocking. Tongues tangling. The kind my brother Marsh used to call a Saturday Night Special.

Talvez, quem sabe, cumprisse o que sempre fora: sonhador de lembranças, inventor de verdades. Um sonâmbulo passeando entre o fogo. Um sonâmbulo como a terra em que nascera.

Em criança não nos despedimos dos lugares. Pensamos que voltamos sempre. Acreditamos que nunca é a última vez.

Onde, nos outros, há lembranças, em mim apenas há mentiras e miragens.