Quotes About Memories

for life was lived for active memories; the dormant ones lost meaning.

When old friends get together, everything else fades to insignificance.- War, Famine, Pestilence, and Death

Your common sense is nothing more than the voices of thousands and thousands of these ghosts from the past.

Bouncing on beds, I remember from childhood, is a great depression reliever.

Show me a man who has enjoyed his school days and I'll show you a bully and bore.

Er blätterte in den dicken, alten Alben mit Lichtbildern seiner Familie, [...], und je näher er den Anfängen dieser neuen Bildkunst zu blätterte, desto stolzer, kam ihm vor, hatten sich die Menschen ihr dargeboten.

Ulrich] richtete sich auf den Trümmern seiner Kindheit nicht ohne Schwierigkeiten ein, doch auch mit ein wenig angenehmen Gefühls, das wie Nebel aus diesem Boden aufstieg.

a friend of your youth is the only friend you ever have..

A man's got to carry something besides a corroded liver with him out of that dark backwood and abysm of time, and it might as well be the little black books.

A man's got to carry something besides a corroded liver with him out of that dark backwood and abysm of time, and it might as well be the little black books.

Rememberatorium)

We live in other people. And when one of our friends dies, then that part of us that has lived in him dies, too.

For Harlan, to remind him of open windows, the currents of the Delaware River, quarters with two heads, and other pitfalls.

If only I'd thought of the right words I would have held onto your heart. If only I'd thought of the right words I wouldn't be breaking apart, all my pictures of you.

Although the horse ride was a short one, the memories that came back spanned a lifetime.

I recalled my friends from college and wondered how they were doing.

how much the friends of my youth impacted the man I had become.

Come on, it's an American tradition. Apple soup? Mom's homemade chicken pie?' She chuckled in spite of herself, then winced. 'It's apple pie and Mom's homemade chicken soup. But you didn't do badly, for a start.

I love dancing. I haven't danced since I was sixteen—but I love it. The music seems to run through my veins like quicksilver and I forget everything–everything except the delight of keeping time to it. There isn't any floor beneath me, or walls about me, or roof over me—I'm floating amid the stars.

I feel as if I had opened a book and found roses of yesterday sweet and fragrant, between its leaves.

Anne always remembered the silvery, peaceful beauty and fragrant calm of that night. It was the last night before sorrow touched her life; and no life is ever quite the same again when once that cold, sanctifying touch has been laid upon it.

I doubt if I shall ever have time to read the book again -- there are too many new ones coming out all the time which I want to read. Yet an old book has something for me which no new book can ever have -- for at every reading the memories and atmosphere of other readings come back and I am reading old years as well as an old book.

All in all, it was a never-to-be-forgotten summer — one of those summers which come seldom into any life, but leave a rich heritage of beautiful memories in their going — one of those summers which, in a fortunate combination of delightful weather, delightful friends and delightful doing, come as near to perfection as anything can come in this world.

Yes, it's beautiful,' said Gilbert, looking steadily down into Anne's uplifted face, 'but wouldn't it have been more beautiful still, Anne, if there had been no separation or misunderstanding . . . if they had come hand in hand all the way through life, with no memories behind them but those which belonged to each other?