Quotes About Memories

Sovint, de nit, em desvetlla l'enyor i faig recompte, ingenu i greu, de tantes afinitats perdudes, dels propòsits desats en un calaix per no fer nosa.

I love getting my nails done. My mom's best friend is a manicurist. When I was little, she'd do little paintings on my nails, like flowers.

My mom is a really good cook. I didn't get the cooking gene, but she cooks this really amazing dinner every Christmas, and that's always really fun.

They were sparkling with the old love, the greatest love of my lifetime. And they were triumphant.

He drank the cotton-candy milk from the day at the pier. The last batch was from the morning she left and this milk was full of plans I didn't know about. When he finished that bottle she was really gone, every last drop of her.

And our very few intimacies were simply discontinued. Where did they go, those things we did? Were they recycled?

I got stuck up a tree when I was about seven, and my dad had to come and get the ladder to get me down. I loved to climb all the way up to the top. I must have been a koala in my past life.

Perhaps all we want from reading is to return to that age when we could hold a book and cry, to that time between childhood and adolescence, the sweetest era of our lives.

Esas fotos nuestras, con la película levantada y unos bordes dentados como los de los sellos, son también testimonios: nuestro cuerpo se interpuso certeramente, en algún momento, entre el sol y la lente de la cámara de fotos, dejando en la película una sombra como la que despliega la luna, durante un eclipse, sobre el disco solar.

Misschien lezen we alleen maar om terug te keren naar de leeftijd toen we nog konden huilen met een boek in de armen, toentertijd, tussen kinderjaren en puberteit, in de bekoorlijke schijnwerper van ons leven.

Por aquel entonces, las habitaciones eran grandes como naves y en su interior daban vueltas dos personas gigantes que, no se sabe por qué, se ocupaban de mí: mi madre y mi padre.

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When I was little, I used to work with my dad on the engine of his car. Mostly this was a matter of me handing him wrenches.

That's the third death this year,' mused Mr Willet, his eyes on the rooks wheeling against the sky. . . . 'Like a stab wound, every time,' he said. 'Leaves a hole, and a little of your life-blood drains away.

When you're used to hearing purring and suddenly it's gone, it's hard to silence the blaring sound of sadness.

Masjid turns on the radio, and Rabindra Sangeet adds the perfect soundtrack to the scene: "Por ke korile nikot bondhu"—you bring the distant near. One of Baba's favorites.

But there's a story behind everything. How a picture got on a wall. How a scar got on your face. Sometimes the stories are simple, and sometimes they are hard and heartbreaking. But behind all your stories is always your mother's story, because hers is where yours begin.

We all lose somebody we care about and want to find some comforting way of dealing with it, something that will give us a little closure, a little peace.

I don't know what it is about food your mother makes for you, especially when it's something that anyone can make - pancakes, meat loaf, tuna salad - but it carries a certain taste of memory.

When someone is in your heart, they're never truly gone. They can come back to you, even at unlikely times.

Have you ever lost someone you love and wanted one more conversation, one more chance to make up for the time when you thought they would be here forever? If so, then you know you can go your whole life collecting days, and none will outweigh the one you wish you had back.

But there's a story behind everything. How a picture got on a wall. How a scar got on your face. Sometimes the stories are simple, and sometimes they are hard and heartbreaking. But behind all your stories is always your mother's story, because hers is where yours begin.

One day spent with someone you love can change everything.

Each person's life is a continuum of unique experiences.