Quotes About Memories

Because nothing I did with Charlie ever once felt like that kiss with Jack.

That is what death is, a state of constant hunger, for the things you've left behind, for your memories, for life.

Bones mend. Regret stays with you forever.

I have known her longer, my smile said. True, you have been inside the circle of her arms, tasted her mouth, felt the warmth of her, and that is something I have never had. But there is a part of her that is only for me. You cannot touch it, no matter how hard you might try. And after she has left you I will still be here, making her laugh. My light shining in her. I will still be here long after she has forgotten your name.

Then I felt something inside me break and music began to pour out into the quiet. My fingers danced; intricate and quick they spun something gossamer and tremulous into the circle of light our fire had made. The music moved like a spiderweb stirred by a gentle breath, it changed like a leaf twisting as it falls to the ground, and it felt like three years Waterside in Tarbean, with a hollowness inside you and hands that ached from the bitter cold.

Mis padres bailaron juntos; mi madre con la cabeza apoyada en el pecho de mi padre. Ambos tenían los ojos cerrados y parecían perfectamente satisfechos. Si encuentras a una persona así, alguien a quien puedas abrazar y con la que puedas cerrar los ojos a todo lo demás, puedes considerarte muy afortunado. Aunque solo dure un minuto, o un día. Después de tantos años, esa imagen de mis padres meciéndose suavemente al son de la música es, para mí, la imagen del amor.

These were bad memories, but over the years I had brought them out and handled them so often there was hardly a sharp edge left to them.

Evoqué su olor, la curva de su cuello cerca de la oreja, cómo movía las manos cuando hablaba. Me pregunté dónde estaría esa noche, si se encontraba bien. Me pregunté, de pasada, si sus pensamientos también volaban a veces hacia mí convertidos en tiernas reflexiones...

Those were the worst memories. Precious and perfect. Sharp as a mouthful of glass. I lay in bed, clenched into a trembling knot, unable to sleep, unable to turn my mind to other things, unable to stop myself from remembering again. And again. And again

can find someone like that, someone who you can hold and close your eyes to the world with, then you're lucky. Even if it only lasts for a minute or a day. The image of them gently swaying to the music is how I picture love in my mind even after all these years.

Second is the door of forgetting. Some wounds are too deep to heal, or too deep to heal quickly. In addition, many memories are simply painful, and there is no healing to be done. The saying "time heals all wounds" is false. Time heals most wounds. The rest are hidden behind this door.

Esa parte de mí que todavía no se había marchado de Tarbean quiso echarle mano a su bolsillo.

Me refiero a que cuando te tengo a mi lado es fácil olvidar. -¿Olvidar qué? -Todo -respondió, y por un instante su voz dejó de sonar alegre-. Todo lo malo de mi vida. Quién soy.

Había aprendido a dormir con cosas mucho peores que aquello. En el pasado, antes de que llegara él. Antes de que ella tuviera su nuevo nombre, dulce y perfecto.

These were bad memories, but over the years I had brought them out and handled them so often there was hardly a sharp edge left to them. I

Music carries words over miles and into hearts and memories.

I never talked about my parents, and referring to them in the past tense felt uncomfortable. Disloyal.

Stories don't need to be new to bring you joy. Some stories are like familiar friends.

Words are pale shadows of forgotten names.

Bones mend. Regret stays with you forever." Kvothe

Many memories are simply painful, and there's no healing to be done. The saying 'time heals all wounds' is false. Time heals most wounds. The rest are hidden behind this door.

felt every year twice tonight, some of them three times.

Whenever the lion fish in the fish tank in the captain's ready room died it was always a sad moment.

going to be a hard place to leave, but Ballymena was no