Quotes About Memories

She taught me to play the piano, and what it meant to miss somebody.

Being loved by the world is no substitute for having been loved by one person when you were small

Gdy rozstajemy siÄ™ z osobami, które bardzo polubiliÅ›my, lgnie do nich jakaÅ› sekretna melancholia.

La urma urmei cred c? nu este chiar cel mai r?u lucru. Exist? o copil?rie pe care trebuie s? o p?r?se?ti, o copil?rie de care trebuie s? te vindeci.

On occupe sa jeunesse à se préparer à vivre, sa vieillesse à se souvenir d'avoir vécu. Ce faisant, on rate le présent qui seul existe en tombant dans deux pièges, celui de l'avenir qui n'existe pas, celui du passé qui n'existe plus.

Celebrate the happiness that friends are always giving, make every day a holiday and celebrate just living

But even when I stop crying, even when we fall asleep and I'm nestled in his arms, this will leave another scar. No one will see it. No one will know. But it will be there. And eventually all of the scars will have scars, and that's all I'll be--one big scar of a love gone wrong.

Do you," he murmured, "do you have any - Smarties? You brought some once, I remember, in a tube with a lid on. They were small, and many-coloured - all different colors - and they tasted very good.

Someone had once told him that the past, more than DNA or fingerprints, was what made each human being unique.

Forgetting the pain you are in now doesn't erase the pain,rather it builds it up for exploding later.

As the year passed, the little boy gradually forgot his grief in the busy, happy life of the Bavran household.

All education has this provisional quality. In school, as well as in dreams, we learn in childhood a great deal that finds no immediate use or expression. For many years we may scarcely remember the lesson, then comes the occasion for it, and the information needed is suddenly restored.

Life is a journey of sweetness and sorrow, of yesterday's memories and hopes for tomorrow, of pathways we choose and detours we face with patience and humour, courage and grace, of joys that we've shared and of people we've met who touched us in ways we will never forget.

Next to your beloved, Khayyam, how alone you are! Now that she is gone, you can take refuge in her.

daha önce görmüÅŸtüm, daha önce yapm??t?m, daha önce gerçekleÅŸtirmiÅŸtim duygusu ile clara'y? öpmedim hiç, hatta elini bile tutmad?m! aÅŸk, el deÄŸmemiÅŸ olarak kalabilir, heyecan da öyle. aylar da geçse, y?llar da geçse! hayat, insana b?kk?nl?k verecek kadar uzun deÄŸil!

Visiter les lieux de son enfance, c'est une pratique masochiste. On cherche à être déçu et, pas de surprise, on l'est.

There are after all, and as Laura said, so many summers.

T]hose most precious memories are hidden in the safest place of all. Safe from fire or floods or war. In stories. Stories remembered, until they are ready to be told. Or perhaps simply ready to be heard.

Yet what use against the deceit of a state are the memories of a child?

Childhood is like a mist in so many ways. A mist in which a you is moving to become another you.

On the big bed, Mamima and Sandeep's mother began to dream, sprawled in vivid crab-like postures. His aunt lay on her stomach, her arms bent as if she were swimming to the edge of a lake; his mother lay on her back, her feet (one of which had a scar on it) arranged in the joyous pose of a dancer.

I found myself yearning for the time, no, not the time, for the life that has gone by.

A happy childhood is the pledge of a ripe manhood.

The books that charmed us in youth recall the delight ever afterwards; we are hardly persuaded there are any like them, any deserving our equal affections.