Quotes About Memories

Maybe all of us at Hailsam had little secrets like that -- little private nooks created out of thin air where we could go off alone without fears and longing.

The colonel nodded. Our childhood seems so far away now. All this - he gestured out of the vehicle - so much suffering. One of our Japanese poets, a court lady many years ago, wrote how sad this was. She wrote of how our childhood becomes like a foreign land once we have grown. Well, Colonel, it's hardly a foreign land to me. In many ways, it's where I've continued to live all my life. It's only now I've started to make my journey from it.

What I mean is, right from that first time, there was something in Tommy's manner that was tinged with sadness, that seemed to say: "Yes, we're doing this now and I'm glad we're doing it now. But what a pity we left it so late.

I was thinking about the rubbish, the flapping plastic in the branches, the shore-line of odd stuff caught along the fencing, and I half closed my eyes and imaginated this was the spot where everything I'd ever lost since my childhood had washed up, and I was now standing here in front of it, and if I waited long enough, a tiny figure would appear on the horizon across the field, and gradually get larger until I'd see it was Tommy, and he'd wave, maybe even call.

I really appreciated having the tape-and that song-back again. Even then, it was mainly a nostalgia thing, and today, if I happen to get the tape out and look at it, it brings back memories of that afternoon in Norfolk every bit as much as it does our Hailsham days.

so that maybe during those sleepless nights, with the drugs and the pain and the exhaustion, the line would blur between what were my memories and what were his.

It was his reaction when I mention I was from Hailsham. He'd just come through his third donation, it hadn't gone well, and he must have known he wan't going to make it. He could hardly breathe, but he looked towards me and said: Hailsham. I bet that was a beautiful place.

The earlier years - the ones I've just been telling you about - they tend to blur into each other as a kind of golden time, and when I think about them at all, even the not-so-great things, I can't help feeling a sort of glow.

I think of my pile of old paperbacks, their pages gone wobbly, like they'd once belonged to the sea.

She wrote of how our childhood becomes like a foreign land once we have grown." "Well, Colonel, it's hardly a foreign land to me. In many ways, it's where I've continued to live all my life. It's only now I've started to make my journey from

But for another few minutes at least, we were safe, and we kept dancing under the starlit sky.

N-aÈ™ putea spune c? au fost ani nefericiÈ›i - am multe amintiri dragi din timpul lor, dar au fost mult mai serioÈ™i È™i, în anumite privinÈ›e, mai întunecaÈ›i. Poate c? în mintea mea toate au c?p?tat proporÈ›ii exagerate, dar am r?mas cu sentimentul c? în acel interval de timp lucrurile au început s? se schimbe extrem de rapid, aÈ™a cum ziua se târ??te în noapte.

Acum câteva zile vorbeam cu unul dintre donatorii mei, care se plângea de faptul c? amintirile - pân? È™i cele mai dragi - p?lesc surpriz?ntor de repede. Îns? eu nu sunt de acord cu el. Nu cred deloc c? amintirile la care È›in cel mai mult vor p?li vreodat?.

we've loved each other all our lives. But in the end, we can't stay together forever.

memories, even your most precious ones, fade surprisingly quickly. But I don't go along with that. The memories I value most, I don't see them ever fading.

This country awakens so many memories, though each seems like some restless sparrow I know will flee any moment into the breeze.

It's just a bit of nostalgia to pass the time.

Çöpleri, dallara tak?lm?? sallanan naylon parçalar?n?, tel örgüye tak?lm?? tuhaf ÅŸeylerin oluÅŸturduÄŸu hatt? düÅŸünüyordum ve gözlerimi k?s?p çocukluÄŸumdan bu yana kaybettiÄŸim her ÅŸeyin buraya sürüklendiÄŸini hayal ettim, ÅŸimdi burada, hepsinin önünde duruyordum ve yeterince beklersem, tarlalar?n ötesinde, ufuk hatt?nda ufac?k bir figür belirecekti.

I wonder if what we feel in our hearts today isn't like these raindrops still falling on us from the soaked leaves above, even though the sky itself long stopped raining. I'm wondering if without our memories, there's nothing for it but for our love to fade and die.

I do, Axl. But then again I wonder if what we feel in our hearts today isn't like these raindrops still falling on us from the soaked leaves above, even though the sky itself long stopped raining. I'm wondering if without our memories, there's nothing for it but for our love to fade and die.

Cómo los amigos del alma de hoy son mañana personas extrañas perdidas, dispersas por Europa, que tocan el tema de El padrino o «Las hojas muertas» en plazas y cafés que no visitaremos nunca.

Perfect night, wasn't it? It could have been. I smiled up at him. But you were there.

I don't care if I get one at all. Just as long as I keep getting anniversaries.

I understood that now. I wished I could have understood it then. I wished I could have said something in that last moment, before he let go. He'd told me it was okay. His last words to me. Why couldn't they have been my last words to him?