Quotes About Memories

There was no real comfort in being alone with her thoughts, her memories, but somehow the illusion of freedom lessened her despair.

We collected all the bones we could find, and yesterday, Natividad wrapped them in a shawl that she had knitted years ago. It was the most beautiful thing she owned. "A thing like that should serve the living," Bankole said when she offered it. "You are living," Natividad said. "I like you. I wish I could have met your sister.

Grief hit like that. Something would remind us of the past, of home, of a person, and then we would remember that it was all gone. The person was dead or probably dead. Everything we'd known and treasured was gone.

Marriage is the alliance of two people, one of whom never remembers birthdays and the other never forgets them.

Middle age is when you've met so many people that every new person you meet reminds you of someone else.

Marriage is the alliance of two people, one of whom never remembers birthdays and the other who never forgets them.

Two disembodied minds, occupying the same visual position, possessing the same memories and desires, and often performing the same mental acts at the same time, can scarcely be conceived as distinct beings. Yet, strangely enough, this growing identity was complicated by an increasingly intense mutual realization and comradeship.

What makes us most human is the possession of a unique and irreproducible story, that we take place over time and leave behind our traces.

One for sorrow, two for joy. So they said when I was a child, but there were fewer Magpies then.

This question was so unexpected that I instantly let myself be carried away by memories. They began to sail past my eyes, and typically for memories, everything in them seemed better, finer, and happier than in reality. It's strange, but we didn't say a word.

For people my age, the places that they truly loved and to which they once belonged are no longer there.

I love everything that's old: old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wines.

Where we love is home, Home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.

Could such a many-chambered edifice have stood a century and a half and not have had its passages of romance to bequeath their lingering legends to the after-time?... It was a great happiness to have been born in an old house haunted by such recollections, with harmless ghosts walking its corridors, with fields of waving grass and trees and singing birds...

Where we love is home — home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.

There is no friend like an old friend who has shared our morning days, no greeting like his welcome, no homage like his praise.

There is no time like the old time, when you and I were young.

Les personnages de nos autres vies sont des fantômes que la littérature fait revivre.

The flowers and my love, Passed away under the rain, While I idly looked upon them: Where is my yester-love?

People forget what you kept, but they will never forget what you gave.

I hope I am remembered by my children as a good father.

Among my most prized possessions are the words that I have never spoken.

Among my most prized possessions are words that I have never spoken.

Isn't it said that memories only grow more beautiful with time?