Quotes About Memories

I always wanted to be a father. I have a beautiful relationship with my dad and beautiful memories. I always knew I was going to have a family.

With only the dimmest memories of a high-school course or two in general science, they find themselves confronting dialog which seems largely derived from the frontiers of theoretical physics and a group of characters who might, conceivably, enjoy chatting with Albert Einstein, but certainly no one less advanced. A few pages of all this obscurity and the hapless first reader ... closes the magazine or book ... and abandons the field to the children ...

La selva sigue pegada a la piel aunque uno ya este lejos, la fuerza del río sigue presente cuando hemos sido su juguete por tantos meses; es como si el tiempo que fluye fuera apenas un recuerdo del río, como si las horas presurosas fueran todavía sus orillas

This is the comfort of friends, that though they may be said to die, yet their friendship and society are, in the best sense, ever present, because immortal.

Se preguntaba por qué el amor había esperado tanto, por qué había aguardado hasta el momento en que los límites del contacto y la renuncia humana se habían reducido al tamaño de aquel recordatorio que llevaba en la billetera: In Memoriam...

This was like childhood, this grief.

Remembrance of things past.

Grief fills the room up of my absent child,Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me,Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words,Remembers me of all his gracious parts,Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form.

Let us not burden our remembrancesWith a heaviness that's gone.

But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,All losses are restor'd and sorrows end.

We have heard the chimes at midnight.

There is a history in all men's lives.

We have seen better days.

The swift years slip and slide adown the steep; The slow years pass; neither will come again.

Death ends a life, but it does not end a relationship. —

I don't understand the concept of retirement. It's not a bad thing to savor your memories, it can be wonderful and warming, but not at the cost of losing your excitement about the future.

The Steinbeck house was full of books, and as John's sister Beth recalled, "The choice was ours." Some years later Steinbeck reckoned that the books he immersed himself in as a boy were "realer than experience." He didn't remember them as books, but as "something that happened to me.

Memories can be everything if we choose to make them so. But you are right: you mustn't do that. That is for me, and I shall do it.

The past has no belongings. The past does not obligingly absorb what is not wanted.

The flies of some other summer darkening its windowsills.

Alcohol served here: because no good story ever started with a salad!" The "alcohol" fueling today's market is QE. By

Though nothing can bring back the hourOf splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower.

The mind that is wise mourns less for what age takes away than what it leaves behind.

Sweet childish days, that were as long As twenty days are now.