Quotes About Memories

Nobody is saying that these people do not ultimately cease to be. And Sometimes their passings are even more painful than ours. It is just that so often they live till their hair is white. They make excellent corpses, among the expensive flowers … Nobody

I'm sure there are many other Forrest Gump moments that I'm forgetting. I don't mention them as boasts, but rather as evidence of how ridiculously lucky I have been to have lived the life that I have.

The older I got the more I appreciated the role of travel as a stimulus to memories, and the way in which journeys even to new places were somehow always awakening memories of places seen in an ever-receding past.

It is not the dying that matters, it is how the man lived.

I can tell you this: there will be other girls, other disasters. And there will be nights to come, his life mostly behind him, when he will long to hurt like that again.

People believed that they were haunted by bad memories, but that wasn't the truth. The most sinister hauntings were from unrealized futures.

But I knew better: No matter where you go, the past floods back. You can try like the dickens, but you can't escape fate.

Wildlife photographer, photojournalist, war correspondent, paparazzi, even portraitist, but life laughs at the plans we make, and the dreams and ambitions of youth quickly morph into the embarrassing memories of adulthood.

When I can't sleep, every wrong I've ever committed slips in through the cracks in the doors and windows like the ghosts in Poltergeist.

I had never liked my parents so much that I wished to be reminded of them every time I walked into a room. I

Maybe Beijing kept tearing itself down to bury its unexamined past. Memories didn't stick to the sleek sides of skyscrapers. Make the sofas thick, the music loud, the televisions large, the cars fast. Blur and round and smooth the past until it becomes as rumored as this disappearing hútòng. Older people will say it was there, they saw it. Their younger listeners will nod politely, unable to imagine something they'd never seen.

It's no good wishing for the impossible. Don't wish. Remember. Remembrances are real.

One of our favourite things to do was to go behind the tuckshop and smoke cigarettes.

The trouble with travelling back later on is that you can never repeat the same experience.

For between them, ex-husband and wife, some unspoken body of love has been laid to rest, and they stand awkwardly next to it now, regarding it in its coffin.

I'll keep these same photographs pinned to a wall above my desk as tiny parables.

Perhaps we really are surrounded by the past, made prisoners of it. No matter how far we travel, how hard we try to forget, the scarred tree forever stands by the side of the road, if only in our minds. The only way to drive by is to set the past straight, once and for all, by remembering.

Grief is schizophrenic. You find yourself of two minds, the one that governs your days up until the moment of grief—the one that opens easily to memories of the girl at six, twelve, eighteen—and the one that seeks to destroy everything afterward.

My mom would be leaving the house and she'd say, 'Don't you pull out all of the old dresses in the attic and put on a show again!' And the door would close, and that's exactly what I'd do. The show was calling me!

There is no land like the land of your childhood.

I think he would have been proud and smiling... when we laid him to rest because his family was together. I think that was a great gift to be able to give Dad at the end.

One of the strange things about friendship is that time together isn't cancelled out by time apart. One doesn't erase the other or balance it on some invisible scale. You can spend a few hours with someone and they will change your life, or you can spend a lifetime with a person and remain unchanged.

Sometimes people don't come back,' said Rachel. 'That's why you should always make your goodbyes count.

I used to say I would pay good money to forget most of my life. Now I want the memories back.