Quotes About Memories

Están los libros que te enamoran o los que olvidas

O senhor é bondoso de me ouvir. Tem horas antigas que ficaram muito mais perto da gente do que outras, de recente data. O senhor mesmo sabe.

Now you're telling me You're not nostalgic Then give me another word for it You who are so good with words And at keeping things vague 'Cause I need some of that vagueness now It's all come back too clearly Yes, I loved you dearly And if you're offering me diamonds and rust I've already paid

Know why I plant trees?" "No." "I like thinking that they'll be here long after I'm gone. All those fine memories pushing up to the sky.

But through it all I held Mrs. Pettibone's words in my heart-the ones she spoke to me after the funeral when she took my hand, looked into my face and said, "You've got your father's eyes.

Come on over here and meet my memories

Both of my twins are a long way from Hollywood, but when they get together they reminisce about their childhood with, they assure me, a great deal of nostalgia. They tell people they had a marvelous childhood. I hope they all did. I tried to give them that—because it's really all that a parent can do. A parent has to guide, advise, educate, and love them. If they're sure of the love, they'll accept the guidance.

We are well advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not. Otherwise they turn up unannounced and surprise us, come hammering on the mind's door at 4am of a bad night and demand to know who deserted them, who betrayed them, who is going to make amends. We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget.

I closed the box and put it in a closet. There is no real way to deal with everything we lose.

Now that she had the diagnosis to explain her sense of reality, she sorted some of the chaotic jumble of thoughts and memories. "I'd feel funny having 'daydreamed' my way through whole seasons," Jo said, "but then I'd hear someone say, 'Time flies,' or 'How did it get to be three o'clock already?' and I'd think that everyone was like me.

Sometimes the gulls came nearer, screaming noisily as they quarreled over small fish in the pools, and sometimes they cried mournfully far away along the beach. Then Anna felt like crying too - not actually, but quietly - inside. They made a sad, and beautiful, and long-ago sound that seemed to remind her of something lovely she had once known - and lost, and never found again. But she did not know what it was.

Dates are convenient hooks on which we can hang our memories of events. But history is all about people - people like you and me who did things to change the world.

What more could I wish for in this magic world of my childhood, encircled by a love and warmth that reached out from within, strong enough to melt the icy snow and sustain me down all the years of my memory?

No internet?" I was stunned. No digital camera. No cell phone. No Google. No drugs. No wine. Why it was almost like my mother's house in 1972.

I will never forget your kindness.

Adèle Douchett

EVEN AS THEY resumed eating, memories and sexual awareness sparked between them, growing so palpable, it was like a physical force as strong and wild as the sea crashing against the cliff outside the windows.

for what we've had, instead of sadder for what we've lost.

Joanna Campbell Slan

ghosts of the past still clutch at you in the present

Life is what you celebrate. All of it. Even its end.

Which Christmas is the most vivid to me? It's always the next Christmas.

A ti que aun no sabes los besos que te caben en la boca, a ti que has comprendido que a veces el olvido se equivoca.

Incluso en estos tiempos de aprender a vivir sin esperarte, todos los días tengo recaídas y aunque quiera olvidar no se me olvida que no puedo olvidarte.