Quotes About Memories

The December night was cold and Anton had no coat. Gustav took off his woollen scarf and wrapped it round Anton's thin neck and Anton led the way, pounding very fast, towards Marinplatz, towards a dark beer cellar they used to frequent when they were young. They

I opened the door of her car and helped her in. Her breast leaned against my shoulder heavily. I moved back. I preferred a less complicated kind of pillow, stuffed with feathers, not memories and frustrations.

So who has more at stake? A young man trying to get laid with the least amount of white water before he ships off to his next assignment and has nothing but a memory of a nice month on the beach, or a family that desperately needs and wants old heartaches to disappear?

I wonder what the years have gathered in the bags. I bet it's like looking through old trunks, old letters and photographs, an old shoe or two.

It's queer, she thought, when you're kind to people you can forget them but when you're not, you can't.

It's alright now...I was able to see you...One last time...- Kagura

Photographs of them alive and smiling would have made me cry and fall down and beat the earth with my fists; their actual dead faces only sealed me off from myself.

Since my adolescence I have read two and sometimes three newspapers a day, frequently clipping an article that for obscure and soon forgotten reasons attracts me. I usually toss the clippings into a desk drawer, and later, often years later, I'll find myself reading through the clippings, throwing most of them out. It fills me with a strange sadness, a kind of grief for my lost self, as if I were reading and throwing out old diaries.

I'm thinking, Bone, man, wherever you were before you're on the other side now.

Something we once loved, and love now, in the shape of a book. Maybe eBooks are going to take over, one day, but not until those whizzkids in Silicon Valley invent a way to bend the corners, fold the spine, yellow the pages, add a coffee ring or two and allow the plastic tablet to fall open at a favorite page.

A secret of growth is to never lose sight of the quiet place within you, the silent harbor of the Lord's presence. Enjoy your memories from days of old, but prize nothing more than the Lord and the value He places on each day.

Life is full of stories. Or maybe life is only stories.

She chuckled to herself and wiped her eyes with her crooked old finger. Sometimes when she told stories about the past her eyes would get teary from all the memories she had, but they weren't tears. She wasn't crying. They were just the memories, leaking out.

Every passion borders on the chaotic, but the collector's passion borders on the chaos of memories. —Walter Benjamin, "Unpacking My Library

memories are time beings, too, like cherry blossoms or ginkgo leaves; for a while they are beautiful, and then they fade and die.

Jiko says that everything has a spirit, even if it is old and useless, and we must console and honor the things that have served us well

It's going to get dark," she said. "We better go back." She shifted and then knelt beside her dead pet, leaning down until her lips touched their ear. "Goodbye, my dear darling TAZ," she whispered. "I love you. You'll be with me forever." Benny watched, wishing once again that he were the dead ferret.

memories are time beings

My throat clogged up like an old drain with these happy memories.

I discovered that endings have their own odd thrill. In the mania of the moment, it's possible to forget what you are losing.

That's what I like so much about old libraries - they smell the way we'd like to imagine the past.

And that will be England gone, The shadows, the meadows, the lanes Ã¢â'¬Â¦

It was pretty fishing. The brook was edged with fern and birch and sassafras and shadbush. The rocks had different kinds of moss. There were lots of birds, warblers, nuthatches and thrushes. Ever catch a speckled beauty of a trout while a hermit thrush sang? Well-it's something you always remember.

The ghosts of sad, cheap souls live on in sad, cheap furniture.