Quotes About Memories

The first, a childhood photograph you might call it, shows him about the age of ten, a small boy surrounded by a great many women (his sisters and cousins, no doubt). He stands in brightly checked trousers by the edge of a garden pond.

Those days, as I remember them now, were the last in which the dying embers of happiness still glowed.

I missed my older sister, or people I used to be friends with, or people I hadn't seen in a long time. I cannot stand mornings because it seems I am always bleakly reminded of long-gone times, and people I used to know, and their presences feel eerily close, like the scent of pickled radish that you just can't get rid of.

I yearned for everything long gone

The last time I saw Paris, her heart was warm and gay.I heard the laughter of her heart in every street café.

encontré una tacita de porcelana que se había caído de un poste. Recordé que cuando eramos chicos las rompíamos con la honda y eso me dio un poco de tristeza. Sin saber por qué me la guardé en el bolsillo y la fui acariciando con los dedos mientras pensaba en los tiempos del colegio, cuando creía que tenía una vida por delante.

Keep your soul properly conditioned to manifest the life of the Son of God. Never live on your memories of past experiences, but let the Word of God always be living and active in you.

The dead are dead, and talking won't bring them back to life.

I loved a girl once,' said he. 'Vorshula was her name. She has been lying in the graveyard of Seidewinkel six months now...

I used to go down every year for the remembrance of Elvis' birthday. Memphis State College invited me to sit in the auditorium and speak to the people for one of those Elvis days.

When a lovely flame dies,Smoke gets in your eyes.

Abington, Glass of '64. Jenny was a year behind me and Wayne.

Es posible que nos separemos dentro de poco, que no volvamos a vernos en mucho tiempo. Pero si un día volvemos a reunimos, y recordamos esta noche y las horas que hemos pasado juntos, no habremos perdido "aquello" que nos ha unido. Estaremos más maduros frente a la vida, y podremos volver a unir los hilos que se han roto.

Whatever good I have kept in me—and in the world it is very hard to keep any—I owe it to Ben on those still Sunday mornings in those deep, old, quiet, green woods.

The old man was silent: the truth suggested itself to him with the boy's innocent answer. He was tied to a bed of dried leaves in the corner of a wattle hut, but he had not wholly forgotten what the ways of the world were like.

The record of rocks is a script containing stored memories of earth's past.

I remember taking my entire wardrobe with me on that trip. It consisted of one shirt on a wire hanger, and one pair of underpants in a carrier bag.

Aimee saw more of the world before her first birthday than most people do in a lifetime. I just wish I'd been sober for more of it. I was there physically, but not mentally. So I missed things you can never do over again: the first crawl, the first step, the first word. If I think about it for too long, it breaks my heart.

My last good memory of the eighties, before everything went dark, was being sent to Wormwood Scrubs. Not because I'd broken the law again – amazingly – but because I was asked to play a gig there.

He was a good guy, my old man: simple, old-fashioned. Physically, he was built like a feather-weight, and he wore these thick, black Ronnie Barker glasses. He would say to me, 'You might not have a good education, but good manners don't cost you anything.' And he practised what he preached: he'd always give up his seat on the bus for a woman or help an old lady across the road. A good man. I really miss him.

Memories are like mulligatawny soup in a cheap restaurant. It is best not to stir them.

I know I was writing stories when I was five. I don't remember what I did before that. Just loafed, I suppose.

I should have kissed more than your hand...thought I'd have more time," he whispered between liquid, panting breaths. "...too late now." I looked into his eyes and completely forgot the rest of the world. In that moment, all I knew was that I was holding Stark in my arms, and I was going to lose him very, very soon.

The evening soon fades into games and charades, and the clan drifts away like a tired parade. Then, alas, it's all over, the laughter and fun, for now Auntie Pansy has hugged everyone. So you head up to bed, then stand in your room, gazing out of the window at the gold harvest moon. And the last thing you do is smile and say… "Thank you for Thanksgiving! What a wonderful day!