Quotes About Memories

Once we lived in a summer country.

People would rather live in homes regardless of its grayness. There is no place like home.

are memories pictures or the secret doorway?

Though at the moment, with the bleak emptiness of the rest of his mortal journey facing him, he couldn't help but wonder if he might have been better off never to have known her, never to have loved her, and never to have lost her. He closed his eyes and wept.

which house that is? Or how many siblings you have?

Even the suggestion of swimming be stirring. Watch a swimmer pass a building with a pool: the whiff of chlorine produces a wistful smile. Sit with swimmers when a TV commercial shows someone in the water: they actually stop and watch.

When I was your age I met a man older than myself, quite a bit older. I fell in love with him. Really in love. I know people say it's just puppy love at that age, but I was in love properly. It lasted for years. It was the most powerful feeling I can ever remember. At that age one has no defenses. It just overwhelmed me.

Omri and Patrick had spent many hours together playing with their joint collections of plastic toys.

No, the sadness will soften, its edges will become less rough. In time missing him will be the way you love him.

Regret isn't like grief; it never lessens, just stays the same. A little hard ball in the pit of your stomach.

Like one of those damned clapper lights. Love on. Love off. Robert musing about his parents love for him

a saudade é isto mesmo; é o passar e repassar das memórias antigas.

Mas a saudade é isto mesmo; é o passar e repassar das memórias antigas.

São como fotografias instantâneas da felicidade.

Invadiu-o então uma coisa a que podemos chamar nostalgia de do exílio. (A Parasita Azul)

Voltei-me; era um antigo companheiro, oficial de marinha, jovial, um pouco despejado de maneiras. Ele sorriu maliciosamente, e disse-me: - Seu maganão! Recordações do passado, hem? - Viva o passado!

saudade é isto mesmo; é o passar e repassar das memórias antigas

The great thing about getting older is that you don't lose all the other ages you've been.

But my memories are like a fire in winter—whenever I'm cold I can warm my hands at them. —Ditta

The most memorable books from our childhoods are those that make us feel less alone

After Justin's death she had had it cut short, and felt that it was more becoming than the heavy masses of long hair he had loved, and which took forever to dry and dress. The short, well-styled hair toweled dry in a few minutes, and fell in becoming waves over her high forehead, her small delicate ears, showing the graceful curve of her neck.

I don't go along with the people who say they'd never want to live their childhoods again; I treasure every bit of mine, all the pains as well as the joy of discovery. But I also love being a grownup. To be half a century plus is wonderfully exciting, because I haven't lost any of my past, and am free to stand on the rock of all that the past has taught me as I look towards the future.

Her bed felt huge and empty now, and when she slept, she did so with her arm around a pillow. She dreamed of him almost every night, sometimes good dreams of happy days and joyful times; often they were terrible dreams of abandonment, loss and sorrow. She didn't know which was worse: every morning she woke afresh to the knowledge that he was gone and he would never come back. It would never be all right again.

It was different for him. Larry's mother was long dead, his brothers and sisters scattered, his father a