Quotes About Memories

Fear? Back then, I didn't even realize what that new feeling was. Later, when it overwhelmed me and almost pulled me under, I understood. And, since then, a nameless fear has hung like a plume of smoke over the great, colourful desert of this country, above my sometimes blissful, sometimes terrible memories of it.

Perhaps my sense of reality is not very highly developed, perhaps I lack a sound and reassuring instinct for the solid facts of our earthly existence; I can't always tell memories from dreams, and often I mistake dreams, coming to life again in colours, smells, sudden associations, with the eerie secret certainty of a past life from which time and space divide me no differently and no better than a light sleep in the early hours.

Sometimes I wonder why I write down all these memories. Would I want to give them to strangers to read?

Soon the cold would force them inside, so they clutched at lost summer.

Spend the afternoon. You can't take it with you.

Nothing moves a woman so deeply as the boyhood of the man she loves.

Un été immense comme ils le sont tous jusqu'à vingt-cinq ans

Mon père est entré dans la catégorie des gens simples ou modestes ou braves gens. Il n'osait plus me raconter des histoires de son enfance. Je ne lui parlais plus de mes études.

Il y avait un trou dans l'oreiller sur lequel sa tête avait reposé depuis dimanche. Tant que le corps était là, nous n'avions pas fait le ménage de la chambre. Les vêtements de mon père étaient encore sur la chaise. De la poche à fermeture éclair de la salopette, j'ai retiré une liasse de billets, la recette du mercredi précédent. J'ai jeté les médicaments et porté les vêtements au sale.

meer dan ooit zou ze nu vat willen krijgen op het licht dat spoelt om inmiddels vergane gezichten en tafellakens overladen met verdwenen voedsel, het licht dat al aanwezig was in de verhalen tijdens zondagse familie-etentjes uit de kindertijd en dat onverpoosd op de dingen is blijven neerdalen zodra ze tot het verleden gingen behoren, een licht van vroeger.

It was in other people that I searched for the figure of my father, in the way they would call their children, sit down and looked bored in waiting rooms and wave goodbye on station platforms.

Lendemain de fête. Toute la nuit en rêves. Je ne me débarrasse pas de souvenirs précis (celui que je décris ci-dessus) et flous en même temps (je crois être restée dans ses bras à peu près quatre heures durant avec de brefs intermèdes pour aller chercher à manger, ou du café).

The pictures of my family were designed to be on a family wall, they were supposed to be together. It was supposed to copy my mother's wall in her house.

It's important to attend funerals. It is important to view the body, they say, and to see it committed to earth or fire because unless you do that, the loved one dies for you again and again.

As time went by, it mattered less and less that in 1969 a rocket went from Florida to the moon and men walked there. Good men. People's dads. Those were only events, scattered in time. Draw them close, rub them between thumb and finger till they look like larvae, soften like silk, distend to knot, to weave. It takes a village to kill a child.

A father carries pictures where his money used to be.

Friendship isn't a big thing — it's a million little things.

Nobody in my family plays music professionally, but I definitely grew up around the culture of when my parents got together, as well as a lot of eating and drinking going on, they would also sing - they sat around in a circle, and everyone had a party piece.

My brother and I have a profound nostalgia for our youth, and I think people need to come to terms with things leaving and being gone.

Happy Days,' 'Laverne & Shirley,' 'Mork & Mindy' - it takes no effort at all to conjure, physically, the profound excitement I felt watching these shows in prime time. I remember sitting on the floor, too close to the TV, rapt.

It was always a fantasy of mine growing up - my favorite program was always 'Little House on the Prairie' - so I always wanted to wear those looks. When I was a child, I wouldn't let my mom put me in anything but calico dresses and now... whaddaya know, every day I'm in a calico dress, basically, so it's kind of funny.

I feel honored and privileged to have represented the USA program over the past 16 years. USA Hockey will always be a part of me and I will cherish the experiences and memories with this team.

I did theater as a kid, more of an after-school program. But every night I would put on a movie and fall asleep to it.

When I was small, I would sit next to my dad and watch the round-up highlights programme with him, and we would talk about the games. I loved it.