Quotes About Memories

Home is everything you can walk to.

Each night I lie down in a graveyard of memories. Moonlight spins a shroud about me.

A tiny butter knife slices more skin off my heart every time I think about her.

Booze has a different effect when you're, like, ten. Its doesn't round out the edges so much as wash you right out of the picture.

That's the thing about people you loved. They disappeared on you. I didn't know much at the ripe old age of fifteen and a half. But, for better or worse, I knew that.

I have to admit, I wasn't close to my old man when he was alive. He was hardly ever home. But now that he was gone, and I was back in Pittsburgh, I thought about him all the time. I felt closer to the guy since he'd been buried than I ever did when he was walking around above ground. I realized how much I loved him.

Maybe the reason you can never go home again is that, once you're back, you can never leave...

Mom lived in 709. Five doors down from 714, the number they stamped on Quaaludes.

It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been the desperate attempt to escape from torturing memories, from a sense of insupportable loneliness and a dread of some strange impending doom. —Edgar Allan Poe

It can make you sad to look at pictures from your youth. So there's a trick to it. The trick is not to look at the later pictures.

The old Hollywood I knew is dead. It only exists now in still photographs and a few people's memories." — Olivia de Havilland

I look back into past history, the stored experiences or products of the imagination. I look no further forward than the evening.

Wayne had roasted a turkey with his dad. They hadn't cooked together in what felt like a lifetime, and it was nice to soak and dice and chop. After Wayne called out why so tough, turnips , it became their exclamation when anything went wrong in the kitchen.

No puedo olvidarla» se repite con un susurro apagado, sujetando la cara entre sus manos, tratando de sepultar el pasado.

la conoció en la escuela, cuando aún era niño, nunca le hablo, siempre la miró en el recreo, sentado en la baranda del jardín, que adornaba con rosas el patio de juegos;

Nos conocimos en segundo de bachillerato. Desde ese tiempo fuimos novios.

Hoy, aún no sé dónde llevarle unas flores a su tumba.

Live it up Drink it down Party up && Never regret anything that made you smile :)

Some memories remain close; you can shut your eyes and find yourself back in them. But there are second-person memories, too, distant you memories, and these are trickier: you watch yourself in disbelief.

Some people forget, do you know – they forget what it is like to be young, to feel things ruthlessly, terribly. If you forget that much of life, well, I don't know.

En sevdi?i oyunca??yd?. Neydi? K?rm?z?ya boyanm??, ufak, tahta bir ku?. K?rm?z?yd?, gerçekten öyleydi; tam da gün ?????nda, gölgede, mumlarla, ?öminenin ba??nda ona bakan bir o?lan çocu?unu hayallere dald?racak, parlak, tatl? bir k?rm?z?. Ama muhabbetku?u ya da öyle de?ersiz bir tür oldu?unu sanmay?n. Hay?r, onun ku?u bir bayku?tu.

Our dreams must be stronger than our memories. We must be pulled by our dreams, rater than pushed by our memories.

I thought it was my job to give all the boys their first kiss.

People come and go in your life. You don't get to hang onto them forever.