Quotes About Memories

There will be a time when we all get old, have kids, and all we do is work, so the only thing we are going to have are the memories we shared on the life we lived together.

May I look on you when my last hour comes; may I hold you, as I sink, with my failing hand.

Growing up is never straight forward. There are moments when everything is fine, and other moments where you realize that there are certain memories that you'll never get back, and certain people that are going to change, and the hardest part is knowing that there's nothing you can do except watch them.

Siete vestidos pueden ser toda una vida: el claro de la primera mañana, el de regar las hortensias, el de tirar piedras al río, el de aquella noche que se quemó el mantel de fiesta con un cigarrillo. Ahora, así apretados, ya no hay fiesta ni hortensias ni río. Sí, Genoveva, hacer un equipaje es como enterrar algo.

Todo viajero es la mitad de sí mismo. No hay lugar en los aviones para llevar las cosas que lo completan. Esquinas, gestos, personas, vientos, olores, tapiales, saludos, colores y miradas no caben en las valijas.

Oh, Buenos Aires, I have traveled around the world, but I've never been separated from you," said Argentine poet Jorge Luis Borges. And Saint Thomas said, "A friendship that can end has never been a true friendship." In

Por eso, ser familia es serlo también de nuestros vivos y de nuestros muertos, de los recuerdos, de lo que pudo ser y no fue y de las conversaciones que quedaron en el aire y que repetimos en voz alta cuando estamos solos, invocando la cercanía de los que se fueron antes.

I asked myself whether, in bygone days, men had longed for bygone days as I, this summer morning, longed for certain ways of life that man had lost forever.

It was this feeling which had impelled him to visit once more those places familiar to his youth, to live over again in memory those dear, painfully sweet recollections of his childhood, overshadowed with a poetical sadness, to wound his soul once more with the sweet grief of recalling that which was for ever past—the irrevocable purity and clearness of his first impressions of life.

È uno strano dolore. Piano. - Morire di nostalgia per qualcosa che non vivrai mai.

Perché è così che ti frega, la vita. Ti piglia quando hai ancora l'anima addormentata e ti semina dentro un'imagine, o un odore, o un suono che poi non te lo togli più. E quella lì era la felicità. Lo sopri dopo, quando è roppo tardi. E già sei, per sempre, un esule: a migliaia di chilometri da quell'immagine, da quel suono, da quell'odore. Alla deriva.

And sad memories eventually spoil thoughts of the places that recall them. And if they happen to be our birthplaces, those memories are liable to be even harsher and more poignant. (644)

We only keep the scars we choose to keep

Steve and Paul had a special bond with ice-creams.

It's easy to forget about someone who has left an organisation and assume that because they've retired, or because their most fruitful years are behind them, they are no longer of any use. Quite the contrary. If the organisation has done right by them they will usually have fond memories of it, harbour considerable affection for it and be very happy to help.

Perhaps it is just very difficult to have more than a few close friends because these sorts of relationships build over a long time and lots of shared experiences. As my father always said, you only need six people to carry your coffin and, as I have got older, I have become ever more appreciative of that remark.

but now it all floods back—the euphoria of loving her, the agony that she's leaving, that i'll lose her

The notebook smelled the way old books do, like dust and unrealized potential.

And Caitlin smiled. I Wanted to put her smile in my pocket to look at over and over

We are the Girls of July; Sisters of summer weather. Summer will live in our hearts When we're no longer together. Summer is always too short. Winter days are long. We will return to July When we sing this song. We'll always be together. We'll be friends forever.

I acknowledge the privilage of being alive in a human body at this moment, endowed with senses, memories, emotions, thoughts, and the space of mind in its wisdom aspect.

One call that I never will forget came at close to four A.M., waking me; he must have just gotten up in Los Angeles. His voice said, "Alex Haley?" I said, sleepily, "Yes? Oh, hey, Malcolm!" His voice said, "I trust you seventy percent" -- and then he hung up. I lay a short time thinking about him and I went back to sleep feeling warmed by that call, as I still am warmed to remember it. Neither of us ever mentioned it." The Autobiography of Malcolm X

I never graduated from Iowa, but I was only there for two terms - Truman's and Eisenhower's.

She usually survived the Christmas season by ignoring it as best as possible but there were certain elements that reminded her of a pleasant time in her childhood, what she called the prefire days. Music of the season was one of those things that she took heart in. Maggie