Quotes About Memories

Looking at things is never time wasted. If your children want to stand and stare, let them. When I was marvelling at the beauty of a painting or enjoying a great view it did not occur to me that the experience, however intense, would be of value many years later. But there it has remained, tucked away in hidden bits of my mind and now it comes, shouldering aside even the most passionate love affairs.

C'est incroyable ce que la musique peut charpenter une vie, toute une vie, et te la rendre par pans entiers, alors que tu pensais avoir tout oublié.

That wonderful, terrible night when her mother died and her whole world had been destroyed, when she realized she loved Kai and her whole world had been created anew.

La muerte provoca muchos sentimientos pero el olvido no es uno de ellos. La muerte te arrebata la razón, pero los recuerdos y lo que sientes por esa persona, es exclusiva propiedad de quien se queda. Amor, odio o desilusión son sentimientos que no se alejan con la muerte.

Memories were like bookmarks. Lately she didn't like the pages they were marking.

Everybody has a scar...

Now Sam and Noelle were dead and I was about to lost my grandpa, and I knew I would never have that everything's-right-in-my-world feeling again.

You could block things from your mind for years at a time. You could make them go away because you know that if you let them in, the pain could nearly kill you.

Sometimes she dreamed about him. They were good dreams......Some days she could barely remember what he looked like. Other days, she found him in the face of every man she saw.

Um vislumbre doloroso do homem que ainda amava era melhor do que nenhum vislumbre

Painful memories are like landmines, patiently lying in wait. They lure us into places we ought to avoid, but sometimes, painful memories are all that we have left.

Memories are simply moments that refuse to be ordinary

I grew up loving horses. I was relatively obsessed, starting with my rocking horse at age 2, all the way through my painting and drawing phase.

All morning I struggled with the sensation of stray wisps of one world seeping through the cracks of another. Do you know the feeling when you start reading a new book before the membrane of the last one has had time to close behind you? You leave the previous book with ideas and themes -- characters even -- caught in the fibers of your clothes, and when you open the new book, they are still with you.

Everybody has a story. It's like families. You might not know who they are, might have lost them, but they exist all the same. You might drift apart or you might turn your back on them, but you can't say you haven't got them. Same goes for stories.

When I was a child, books were everything. And so there is in me, always, a nostalgic, yearning for the lost pleasure of books. It is not a yearning that one ever expects to be fulfilled.

I grew up where the family of butterflies the Silver Cloud is native.

I was on the yearbook staff, so I would take out film cameras and Nikons and take photos around school and at sporting events and things like that. We had a darkroom as well. I just loved it. I also saved up for a video camera to video my friends and cut and paste the videos together and I gave them to all of my friends for graduation.

Dianne Marie Teresa Cole

Moments we take for granted become precious memories.

The more profound the loss, the more poignant the grief

Music is the soundtrack of our lives.

C'est bon d'avoir eu un copain. [...] On a toujours l'espoir qu'on restera copains, et que les moments passés ensemble ne seront pas effacés par de nouveaux souvenirs avec un autre.

I feel very warm towards Mum and Dad for giving us the independence they did. My childhood, and the fact we didn't have a TV, gave me a boundless imagination.