Quotes About Memories

I had rescued the moment by using my camera and in that way had found how to stop time and hold it. No one could take that image away from me because I owned it.

looking at the silent buildings, each one with a story to tell.

Occasionally, when trapped by memories, I would mistake change for loss, and grieve...

Never give up the search to have back what was lost too soon.

This perhaps is what is meant by hiraeth: a lifelong yearning for what is gona and out of reach.

When you don't speak the truth for years at a time, the words left unspoken slowly leak the air out of your connection. Even if, years later, you are ready to say what you couldn't earlier, the moment has passed. The details and circumstances have faded from memory, and yet the emotions linger.

When you don't speak the truth for years at a time, the words left unspoken slowly leak the air out of your connection. Even if, years later, you are ready to say what you couldn't earlier, the moment has passed. The details and circumstances have faded from memory, and yet the emotions linger. And then the day finally comes when you no longer recognize the person you first loved.

Ze weten het. Die daemondingen. Ze weten hoe ik dieren haat... Dat luipaard. Ik heb er jaren nachtmerries van gehad. Vroeger hield ik van dieren. Zij hielden ervan... pap en mam. Ze wijdden hun leven aan de bescherming van dieren tegen stropers. Na hun dood deed elk dier me aan hen denken.' - Nick 'Ik denk dat ik dat net zo voel. Maar je weet dat het niet de schuld was van dat luipaard.' - Claire

Onwillekeurig moest Claire aan William Macfarlane denken, zijn gezicht, zijn stem en zijn aanraking. Wat zou zij doen om hem terug te krijgen? vroeg ze zich af. 'Alles,' antwoordde haar Alice-zelf. 'Alles...

It was not a triumphal return. Home, as I had known it, was gone.

I begin to remember stories from my childhood of the wild people, the Deridhu, who live in the heart of the forest; they are supposed to come out and bring nightmares to children who do not do as they are told, and ride the cows so they come to the morning stare-eyed and milkless. Perhaps they are a heartside memory of these folk. Many forgotten things live still in children's tales." Maerad glanced at the bowmen; they looked altogether too grim to take cows on wild rides.

Many forgotten things live still in children's tales.

If there ever comes a day when we can't be together, keep me in your heart. I'll stay there forever.

The hope that grief counselors and clergy try to make you feel. The phrases well-meaning friends throw at you. She's out there, watching over you, gazing down at you. She's with you, every day, living again in every memory. . . . It's all a bunch of crap.

The hurt's the same. The wound never heals. The details never fade.

I save every Christmas card. I keep them all.

I was a hoarder, a collector of facts that I stored in my brain for later use, not knowing what this use might be.

Se os sofrimentos da vida parecem longos, que seria se a ele se juntasse a lembrança do passado?

Don't have time for memories, too busy making them

Memories of a time she wanted to forget clawed to be heard.

Saying good-bye when you know it's for the last time is like no other sadness you will ever experience.

People say that time is a great healer. Which people? What are they talking about? I think some feelings you experience in your life are written in indelible ink and the best you can hope for is that they fade a little over the years.

The times you don't make it are the ones children remember, not the times you do.

One of the best things about having children is that it enables you to have the same loving memories as another person - you can summon the same past. Two flashbacks but with a single image.