Quotes About Memories

She had long been a cold and calculating person, and yet she had never given in to the darkness entirely. She would remember her mother's touch or the voice of a lost friend, and the tiniest bit of hope would return.

A person is neither whole nor healthy without the memories of photo albums. They are the storybook of our lives. They provide a nostalgic escape from the tormented days of the present.

I'm nostalgic. I miss childhood. I miss first grade. I miss thinking girls are gross. Do you know how much money I could save if I still thought girls were gross?

Your ability to associate your presence with past great mood memories opens an opportunity for interpersonal intimacy.

triggering happy memories of past positive moods and getting your conversation partner to identify those happy positive memories with your conversation, you pave the way for them identifying you with positive elements of their lives.

I wanted to stop talking about the whole thing. I wanted to talk about the hide and the old days and hacking at the ice and whose turn it was to toss the marble and all that, that was what I wanted to talk about. They were the best days, you could see through them days, as clear as polished glass. But Joe didn't want to.

Life, he told himself, is a palimpsest of expunged experiences.

Nice is a city of ghosts and specters, but I hope not to become one of them right away.

Depuis, le Paris où j'ai tenté de retrouver sa trace est demeuré aussi désert et silencieux que ce jour-là. Je marche à travers les rues vides. Pour moi, elles le restent, même le soir, à l'heure des embouteillages, quand les gens se pressent vers les bouches de métro. Je ne peux pas m'empêcher de penser à elle et de sentir un écho de sa présence dans certains quartiers.

In those days, I thought I was happy.

Je n'étais vraiment moi–même qu'à l'instant où je m'enfuyais. Mes seuls bons souvenirs sont des souvenirs de fuite ou de fugue.

How long did they stay there in that room, on the narrow bed? She had a scar on her shoulder, in the shape of a star, that Louis couldn't help but run his lips over. A souvenir of a fall from a horse. It got dark. They could hear the clattering of hooves, a whinny, and the high-pitched voice of the marquis giving orders at more and more distant intervals, like a motif on a flute, clear and desolate, returning again and again.

Y pasan los días, y los meses. Y las estaciones. A veces, me gustaría dar marcha atrás y volver a vivir todos esos años mejor de lo que los viví. Pero ¿cómo?

Hutte was always saying that, in the end, we are all "beach men" and that "the sand"--I am quoting his own words-- keeps the traces of our footsteps only a few moment

T?i sao nh?ng ng??i mà ta không ng? có t?n t?i , nh?ng ng??i ta ch? g?p m?t l?n r?i thôi, l?i âm th?m ?óng vai trò r?t quan tr?ng trong cu?c ??i ta?

Des photos comme il en existe dans toutes les familles. Le temps de la photo, ils étaient protégés quelques secondes et ces secondes sont devenues une éternité.

Eram absolut hotarata sa nu ma mai intorc niciodata la gasca de la Canter. Mai tarziu, am regasit aceeasi stare de betie de fiecare data cand rupeam legatura cu cineva. Nu eram cu adevarat eu insami decat in clipa in care plecam. Singurele mele amintiri placute sunt cele ale fugii precipitate. Dar viata iesea intotdeauna invingatoare.

Non ero veramente me stessa se non nel momento in cui fuggivo. Gli unici bei ricordi che ho sono ricordi di fughe vere e proprie o di scappatelle da casa.

Because even the one you hate leaves an absence when they go.

No penséis que no habéis vivido lo bastante como para no tener una historia que contar.

The only place you belong is the place you can never go back to.

Didn't you finish your chemistry in school?" "You closed the school and burnt all the books." "Ah, so I did.

The whole room was like a museum of how people lived in olden times.

I do it all the time now, reaching for the silence, making the thoughts and memories go away, and most of the time it works on the outside, too.