Quotes About Memories

I thought about packing my bags, I thought about jumping out a window, I sat on the bed and thought, I thought about you. What kind of food did you life, what was your favorite song, who was the first girl you kissed, and where, and how, I'm running out of room, I want an infinitely long blank book and forever.

No father knows that he is carrying his son up the stairs for the final time

It was the last, which made it the most precious.

Every parent who loses a child finds a way to laugh again. The timbre begins to fade. The edge dulls. The hurt lessens. Every love is carved from loss.

Hilarious! he said. It is! I never heard from her again! Oh, well! So many people enter and leave your life! Hundreds of thousands of people! You have to keep the door open so they can come in! But it also means you have to let them go!

In de stiltes tussen de ogenblikken sijpelden de jaren weg.

Thinking about her is the next best thing!

And the seasons they go 'round and 'round And the painted ponies go up and down We're captive on the carousel of time We can't return we can only look behind From where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game.

He owned a whole world full of memories, of lovely moments relived and happy recollections. I'm not saying he was happy or that he didn't suffer. He suffered very much, but he did not despair; he still drew nourishment from what he had been given. But the sadness never left him. Happiness needs more than memories of the past to feed on; it also needs dreams of the future.

Ai, nunca mais seus lábios, sua língua, nunca mais sua ardida boca de cebola crua!

Cuando uno extraña un lugar, lo que realmente extraña es la época que corresponde a ese lugar; no se extrañan los sitios, sino los tiempos.

I...confirm the fact - with a certain bittersweet melancholy - that everything in the world brings me back to a quotation or a book.

I always imagine them at nightfall, in the dusk of a slum or a vacant lot, in that long, quiet moment when things are gradually left alone, with their backs to the sunset, and when colors are like memories or premonitions of other colors. We must not be too prodigal with our angels; they are the last divinities we harbor, and they might fly away.

Cada persona que pasa por nuestra vida es única. Siempre deja un poco de sí y se lleva un poco de nosotros. Habrá los que se llevarán mucho, pero no habrá de los que no nos dejarán nada. Esta es la prueba evidente de que dos almas no se encuentran por casualidad.

Y el azar, salvo que no hay azar, salvo que lo que llamamos azar es nuestra ignorancia de la compleja maquinaria de la causalidad, el azar me hizo encontrar tres pequeños volúmenes. Yo he debido traer uno como talismán ahora. Tres pequeños en la librería Mitchel que corresponden a tantos recuerdos míos, y esos tres pequeños volúmenes eran los tres tomos de Infierno, el Purgatorio y el Paraíso, vertidos al inglés [...]

Pokušao bih uvijek imati lijepe trenutke, Jer se jedino od toga sastoji život, od trenutaka. Kada bih se mogao vratiti unatrag, borio bih se da nikada ne izgubim sada

Villari trataba de vivir el mero presente, sin recuerdos ni previsiones; los primeros le importaba menos que las últimas. Oscuramente creyó intuir que el pasado es la sustancia de que el tiempo está hecho; por ello es que este se vuelve pasado en seguida.

Many futile hours cluster in remembrance around one hour in which there was love. - The Nothingness of Personality

Jam në Buenos Aires. Shpresoj t'ju shoh sonte, shpresoj t'ju shoh nesër. E di që ne do t'jemi të lumtur bashkë (të lumtur dhe ndonjëherë memecë dhe madhështisht budallenj).

When I die, nieces, I want to be cremated, my ashes taken up in a bush plane and sprinkled onto the people in town below. Let them think my body is snowflakes, sticking in their hair and on their shoulders like dandruff.

Promise me you'll never forget me because if I thought you would, I'd never leave.

We didn't know we were making memories, we were just having fun

Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart.

How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.