Quotes About Memories

When I look back at the tapes, your first everything, your first All-Star Game, your first playoff experience, it just seems like it went by really fast.

That's why people require travel books on the 1960s, I thought. They want to go there. They want to feel that sun on their backs.

The first 12-string guitar I bought was probably around 1957.

I will always be alone, as nobody will be able to replace you. I tried several times, out of despair, in order to not fall lower. But I have never written and will never write letters like the ones you have from me

Grief. The state of mind brought about when love, having lost to death, learns to breathe beside it. See also love.

But in the time since she died, I have been aware, every minute, of my love for her. She lives in my love.

Let us make future generations remember us as proud ancestors just as, today, we remember our forefathers.

that girl was not treated well, and when anyone is hurt like that - especially a child - the hurt burrows down inside and makes a kind of museum there, with images of the bad times displayed on every wall. Some people try to forget the museum exits and keep their mind occupied with drink or drugs or food, or by staying busy with work or they chase one kind of excitement after another, while memories fester there in the dark.

When you have known someone your whole life you don't need a lot of warm-up time to get into a big argument. All the fore-play has been done years ago, and so the battle sits in your memory like stove gas awaiting the match. A wrong word, a careless allusion, and the old fire is suddenly raging.

O aš, degdamas nekantrumu, nub?gau atnaujinti savo draugyst?s su j?ra. Ji atpažino mane iškart ir atb?go lyžtelti koj? piršt?.

The pristine vision of childhood restores freshness to even the most time-worn scenes, and in Laura's company I recovered some of the delights I had experienced years ago when my son was a little boy.

nors beveik vis? m?s? šiandien jau neb?ra gyv?, mes likome linksmi ir dažnai susitinkame gyvi jaun? mus supan?i? žmoni? žvilgsniuose.

I guess I'm only talking about my childhood. Things that become part of you when you're a child and then you grow up and somehow they don't—and that's how you never get to be a mature person, an adult, with those naïve beliefs in you that never grew up . . .

I've had a lot of fun. Good-bye, and thank you.

When Christophe at last made up his mind to go to bed, chilled in body and soul, he heard the window below him shut. And, as he lay, he thought sadly that it is cruel for the poor to dwell on the past, for they have no right to have a past, like the rich: they have no home, no corner of the earth wherein to house their memories: their joys, their sorrows, all their days, are scattered in the wind.

Investors have very short memories.

May a man live well-enough and long-enough, to leave many joyful widows behind him.

Rich will be my life if I can keep my memories full and brimming, and record them on clear-eyed mornings while I set joyously to work setting pen to holy craft.

Looking back on my life, I sigh. The caprice of youth goes with the wind, I've no regrets.

May a man live well-, and long-enough, to leave many joyful widows behind him.

Everything was brighter and more colorful in those years, as if my youth was ending in an explosion of unreal passion. Memories like these make my life sacred and holy.

The only place I remember him complaining about was the Kingdome in Seattle, when the Mariners joined the American League in '77. But that was understandable. Everybody hated that place.

Learning from our mistakes and holding on to our memories help us become deeper individuals with a better sense of who we are and how we choose to live our lives.

Houses, like faces, hide all kinds of memories.