Quotes About Memories

I had kissed an unimportant boy or three by now. I had lost my dad. I had come here to this island from a house of tears and falsehood and I saw Gat, and I saw that rose in his hand, and in that one moment, with the sunlight from the window shining in on him, the apples on the kitchen counter, the smell of wood and ocean in the air, I did call it love.

Es bueno que te quieran, aunque no dure. Es bueno saber que érase una vez Gat y yo.

I had kissed an unimportant boy or three by now.

The volume of their past must be restored to its shelf, and here, here was the place, amid darkness and perishing flowers. He owed it to Alec also. He could suffer no mixing of the old in the new.

With the outbreak of the H1N1 virus, moderns have been reintroduced to the threat of pandemics. We have always been susceptible, of course, but most of us have short memories. When the next plague strikes, do we cite Psalm 91:5-7?

Last night When we were young Love was a star, A song unsung, Life was so new, So real, so right, Ages ago, Last night.

So it's true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love.

Father, it's Wistala. Wistala." Father grimaced. "You're a star, Wistala — I saw you twinkling beneath dear Irelia last night. You, Auron, and Jizara all in a row. I'll be up there soon. Wait.

You smell heavenly. I slept on your side of your side of the bed because your pillow smells of you.

Cuando se vuelve a ver a alguien después de muchos años, habría que sentarse, uno frente al otro, y no decir nada durante horas para que, al amparo del silencio, la consternación pudiese saborearse a sí misma.

What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives? They have never entered into mine, but into yours, we thought--Haven't we all to struggle against life's daily greyness, against pettiness, against mechanical cheerfulness, against suspicion? I struggle by remembering my friends; others I have known by remembering some place--some beloved place or tree--we thought you one of these.

The bully and the victim never quite forget their first relations.

Houses have their own ways of dying, falling as variously as the generations of men, some with a tragic roar, some quietly, but to an after-life in the city of ghosts, while from others—and thus was the death of Wickham Place—the spirit slips before the body perishes . . . By September it was a corpse, void of emotion, and scarcely hallowed by the memories of thirty years of happiness.

We are conventional people, and conventions — if you will but see it — are majestic in their way, and will claim us in the end. We do not live for great passions or for great memories, or for anything great.

The wonderful things are over

He mourned his wife more sincerely because he mourned her seldom.

Yes: the heart of his agony would be loneliness. He took time to realize this, being slow. The incestuous jealousy, the mortification, the rage at his past obtuseness—these might pass, and having done much harm they did pass. Memories of Clive might pass. But the loneliness remained. He would wake and gasp "I've no one!" or "Oh Christ, what a world!

Cuando el amor se desvanece se le recuerda no como amor, sino como algo distinto. Bienaventurados los ignorantes que lo olvidan por completo, y no son conscientes de los anhelos y de los absurdos del pasado, de las largas conversaciones sin propósito.

The night received her, as it had received Miss Bartlett thirty years before.

She thought of her distant youth. The world was not so humorous then, but it had been more important.

He apologized when I was twelve. He was crying. I don't like to remember that. I like to remember the time he spelled and defined 'metamorphosis' when my mama was clean. He used her as an example, and he was chewing on the Popsicle stick left over from our lunch that day. When he smiled, his teeth were mad purple.

Only photography has been able to divide human life into a series of moments, each of them has the value of a complete existence.

still remembering all the things Jamie Dean had told me on the phone. "I don't know what the feeling of love is really like. I don't know if I have ever been in love, but if I have, it must have been with you because I never felt that feeling before you and I have never felt that feeling after you.

A znate li zašto se jasmini koji se stavljaju u stru?ke beru rano izjutra, kada su još zatvoreni?" "Jer tako jasmini ne zaboravljaju svoje snove. Ako ih donesete ku?i i stavite u srebrnu posudu, polako se otvaraju, sje?aju se no?i i šap?u vam bijele snove.