Quotes About Memories

Mildred had had a few men friends after that, but she never really loved any of them. None could ever compete with the one that got away.

Aunque esté sentada aquí en la Residencia Rose Terrace, mentalmente estoy dando cuenta de un plato de tomates verdes fritos en el café de Whistle Stop. Mrs. Virginia Threadgoode Junio de 1986

When you're a child you think time will never go by, but when you hit about twenty, time passes like you're on the fast train to Memphis.

On every door the management had placed a photograph of the person so they could find their room. As he went by he saw face after face of someone who used to be young.

Those memories were still there, and tonight, he sat searching for them, just like always, grabbing at moonbeams. Every once in a while he would catch one and take a ride, and it was like magic.

They always said, that once you've been to Milwaukee, you're never the same.

When someone old dies, it is even sadder. First you notice that the paper doesn't come anymore, then gradually the lights are turned out, the gas turned off, the house gets locked up, and the yard is no longer kept up, then it goes on the market and new people come in and change everything. Elner

you will find at least one or two pairs of bronzed baby shoes and a picture of some child on top of the same brown and white Indian pony as the kid next

What can I tell you about the town? I suppose if you had driven through it back

My Country I don't have any caps left made back home Nor any shoes that trod your roads I've worn out your last shirt quite long ago It was of Sile cloth Now you only remain in the whiteness of my hair Intact in my heart Now you only remain in the whiteness of my hair In the lines of my forehead My country -Nazim Hikmet

walked back to the

was recalling her

Lucy let herself into her parents' house, or, as she thought of it now, the other hateful house. She thought at that moment that the house was giving off vibes that the people who had lived in it were gone. Gone as in never coming back.

caliéntame la tumba como me calentabas en otros tiempos la cama.

I don't mourn the loss of my childhood; I mourn because everything, including (my) childhood, is lost.

Trago dentro do meu coração, Como num cofre que se não pode fechar de cheio, Todos os lugares onde estive, Todos os portos a que cheguei, Todas as paisagens que vi através de janelas ou vigias, Ou de tombadilhos, sonhando, E tudo isso, que é tanto, é pouco para o que eu quero.

There were people who loved me, There were people I loved. Today I blushed Because of who I once was. I felt ashamed Of being, here and now, The one who always dreams And never steps out, Ashamed of realizing That I can have no more Than this dream of what I could have been - before. 6 August 1934

Si bene quid memini, Causae sunt quinque bibendi: Hospitis adventus, praesens sitis atque futura, Aut vini bonitas, aut quaelibet altera causa.* * Jei neklystu, / Yra penkios priežastys gerti: / At?j?s svetys, esamas ar b?simas troškulys, / Geras vynas arba bet kuri kita priežastis.

I shall die as I have lived, surrounded by bric-a-brac, sold by weight among the postscripts added to lost things.

Ah, my dead childhood! A corpse ever alive in my breast!

Eu amo tudo o que foi Eu amo tudo o que foi, Tudo o que já não é, A dor que já me não dói, A antiga e errônea fé, O ontem que dor deixou, O que deixou alegria Só porque foi, e voou E hoje é já outro dia.

The everyday external things of the one who died

as she watched her friend disappear down the sleepy street of dusty sunshine...

You're a terrible man for the blankets, said Kerrigan. I'm not ashamed to admit that I love my bed, said Byrne. She was my first friend...She will house me in my last hour and faithfully hold my cold body when I am dead. She will look bereaved when I am gone.