Quotes About Memories

His freckles have faded but must riot every summer across his nose and cheeks.

Manchmal kommen Menschen nicht zurück. Deshalb sollte man immer darauf achten, sich richtig zu verabschieden.

People who lose children have their hearts warped into weird shapes. Losing a child is beyond comprehension. It defies biology. It contradicts the natural order of history and genealogy. It derails common sense. It violates time. It creates a huge, black, bottomless hole that swallows hope.

beach, eating ice-cream cones or taking donkey rides. Blackpool is where she first rode roller skates and let a boy kiss her. She went in a talent show and sang a Cyndi Lauper song about girls

Every childhood has a mythology that materialises around it. We add our own desires and dreams until the stories become like parables that are more emblematic than edifying.

I will argue that consciousness is not a thing. "Consciousness" is the word we use to describe the subjective feeling of a number of instincts and/or memories playing out in time in an organism. That is why "consciousness" is a proxy word for how a complex living organism operates. And, to understand how complex organisms work, we need to know how brains' parts are organized to deliver conscious experience as we know it.

He bought her a pretty music box with a picture of the castle in winter painted on the lid, and she slept on his shoulder on the train ride home.

Ik ga jullie aura's leegzuigen en jullie herinneringen opslorpen,' zei ze. 'Een waar festijn.' 'Ik ga mijn smerigste gedachten denken terwijl je me leegzuigt,' beloofde Hel. 'Ik ga je indigestie bezorgen.

we are nothing more than the sum of our memories and experiences

Longstreet stayed up talking, as long as there was company, as long as there was a fire. Because when the fire was gone and the dark had truly come there was no way he could avoid the dead faces of his children.

And yet suddenly, terribly, he wanted it again, the way it used to be, arms linked together, all drunk and singing beautifully into the night, with visions of death from the afternoon and dreams of death in the coming dawn, the night filled with a monstrous and temporary glittering joy, fat moments, thick seconds dropping like warm rain, jewel after jewel.

who will tend the farm museums who will dust the day belongings?

This was precisely the feature that got Pribram so excited, for it offered at last a way of understanding how memories could be distributed rather than localized in the brain. If it was possible for every portion of a piece of holographic film to contain all the information necessary to create a whole image, then it seemed equally possible for every part of the brain to contain all of the information necessary to recall a whole memory.

Do you remember the first day that we met? It was- it was the first day of kindergarten. I knew nobody. I had no friends, and I just felt so alone and so scared…but I saw you on the swings, and you were alone, too. And I just walked up to you, and I asked. I asked if you wanted to be my friend. And you said yes. You said yes . It was the best thing I've ever done.

While the Trump administration has made hostility to the press a virtual policy, it has also been more open to the media than any White House in recent memory.

The memories we take to the ends of our lives have no real rhyme or reason, especially when you think of the endless things that you do over the course of a day, a week , a month, a year, a lifetime. All the cups of coffee, hand-washings, changes of clothes, lunches, goings to the bathroom, headaches, naps, walks to school, trips to the grocery store, conversations about the weather ---all the things so unimportant that they should be immediately forgotten. Yet they aren't

Le seul souvenir qui me reste depuis des siècles que je vis dans la pierre, est le doux contact des larmes sur un visage d'homme

Le seule souvenir qui me reste depuis des siècles que je vis dans la pierre, est le doux contact des larmes sur un visage d'homme.

We feel nostalgia for a place simply because we've lived there; whether we lived well or badly scarcely matters. The past is always beautiful. So, for that matter, is the future. Only the present hurts, and we carry it around like an abscess of suffering, our companion between two infinities of happiness and peace.

We feel nostalgia for a place simply because we've lived there; whether we lived well or badly scarcely matters. The past is always beautiful. So, for that matter, is the future. Only the present hurts, and we carry it around like an abscess of suffering, our companion between two infinities of happiness and peace. Gradually

Heimwee heeft niets met esthetisch gevoel te maken, het is ook niet eens verbonden met een gelukkige herinnering, je hebt heimwee naar een plaats om de eenvoudige reden dat je er hebt gewoond, of je het er nu goed of slecht hebt gehad, het verleden is altijd mooi, en de toekomst trouwens ook, alleen het heden doet pijn, je draagt het met je mee als een lijdensgezwel dat je altijd vergezelt tussen twee oneindigheden van vredig geluk.

He does not know it yet, but the infinity of childhood is a brief one.

pero no es el hecho de haber sido feliz en un lugar lo que hace dolorosa la perspectiva de abandonarlo, es simplemente el hecho de abandonarlo, de dejar atrás una parte de tu vida, por muy tediosa o incluso desagradable que haya podido ser, de ver que se hunde en la nada; en otras palabras, es el hecho de envejecer.

En lugar de avanzar, nos echamos tierra encima. Cuando sufrimos por una pena, una decepción, algo que nos impide vivir, tenemos que empezar por mudarnos de casa, quemar las fotos, evitar hablar de ello. Los recuerdos inhibidos se desvanecen; puede llevar su tiempo, pero acaban por desaparecer. La red se desactiva.