Quotes About Memories

Les premiers rêves de mon enfance ont été des rêves de marin.

Arthur, we are living the greatest adventure that ever was.

Parfois, on aime ses propres cicatrices.

All memories fade away in the end. Then, only dreams are left. And because they are all we have, we confide our life's worries to them.

Ognuno ha i suoi fantasmi. Qualunque testa: una casa infestata.

There is a fear that accompanies returning to a place that holds many of your life's memories, especially if years pass between leaving and returning.

the best things in life aren't things...

Dicen que el verdadero amor siempre trae consigo grandes y generosos actos. A veces, cosas maravillosas le suceden a la gente y nadie lo sabe. Nadie sabe o le importa. Algún día dentro de muchos años en un futuro lejano, miraré hacia atrás y diré, —Ese año cuando estaba en séptimo grado, conocí a un chico llamado Henderson Elliot, y lo que hiso por mí fue extraordinario y quién era y cómo él se ganó mi corazón fue nada menos que increíble.

they understand that when we mourn for a pet we mourn for more than just the animal itself; we mourn for the time it marked in our lives, the time that will never be regained.

Christmas is a time when everybody wants his past forgotten and his present remembered. What I don't like about office Christmas parties is looking for a job the next day.

Christmas is a time when everybody wants his past forgotten and his present remembered.

Our dog died from licking our wedding picture.

There were so many of these moments that could never be captured accurately, even in the camcorder, only in the heart.

We were all so young that there were no lines on our faces to read between.

My brother and Lauren are very close with me and they are in Sun Valley, so sometimes I need to go there and feel their presence. And there are times I need to see my bro' alone.

Home lies in the things you carry with you everywhere, and not the things that tie you down.

Ogni anno l'autunno gli porta di questi sentimenti. Bisogno di silenzi, di solitudine, di ricordi. Bisogno di dormire. Di ricapitolarsi. Bisogno d'interiorità. La terra lo chiama a sé e lo invita a raccogliersi.

È un Natale stupendo. Una di quelle cose che si scrivono sui temi a scuola: la neve fuori delle finestre della baita, il panettone, i dolcetti, le bibite e anche lo spumante, benché siamo tutti minorenni e i nostri ci abbiano proibito di bere alcolici. [...] Zigzagando lenti dai monti scendono a valle i maestri di sci, reggendo le torce: a me sembrano tante perle di fuoco strette attorno al collo del mio amore. È Natale, e tutti sono felici.

Lì, accatastati, coperti da un cellophane appannato, ci sono i resti dell'estate: un tavolino pieghevole, qualche sedia bianca, vasi di fiori ormai secchi

De mis disparates de juventud lo que más pena me da no es el haberlos cometido, sino el no poder volver a cometerlos.

It is hard to hate what one has loved, And a half-extinguished fire is soon relit.

In 1989, I was on Tiananmen Square with the students, living in their makeshift tents and joining their jubilant singing of the Internationale. In the two decades since, each time that I have gone back, visions from those days seem to return with increasing persistence.

I grew up thinking of snow as a luxury you visit.

The deep, personal material of the latter half of your life is your children. You can write about your parents when they're gone, but your children are still going to be here, and you're going to want them to come and visit you in the nursing home.