Quotes About Memories

The problem with growing up in a cafe was the cafe never closed, my parents worked every day of the year from morning to night. So it was a big menagerie of kids, business and cooking!

It occured to me that we will never be young again.

The tender friendships one gives up, on parting, leave their bite on the heart, but also a curious feeling of a treasure somewhere buried.

All of us have had the experience of a sudden joy that came when nothing in the world had forewarned us of its coming — a joy so thrilling that if it was born of misery we remembered even the misery with tenderness.

A man's age is something impressive, it sums up his life: maturity reached slowly and against many obstacles, illnesses cured, griefs and despairs overcome, and unconscious risks taken; maturity formed through so many desires, hopes, regrets, forgotten things, loves. A man's age represents a fine cargo of experiences and memories.

Un grand voyage, c'est toute une vie vécue en quelques mois ou en quelques années.

That part of his life was over; and now, lying on the dense mat of grass, he knew in one sense it always had been. But it was fun remembering … The

entirely, and he could hear the boy's slow, labored breathing. God Almighty, he thought. He had seen some bad things; some pretty bad things in seventeen years of soldiering. Done them, too. At Werbomont

Era l'ora che turba il cuore; quell'ora in cui, mancando la luce, le cose e le anime si sentono libere, quasi, da una vigilanza fastidiosa; i monti paiono coricarsi a grande agio sul piano, le campagne dilagano sopra i villaggi e casali, le ombre pigliano corpo, i corpi sfumano in ombra, nel cuore umano affondano le impressioni, i pensieri del presente, e vien su un movimento confuso di ricordanze lontane, di fantasmi che inteneriscono e fanno sospirare in silenzio.

Estos días azules y este sol de infancia

Alegría infantil en los rincones de las ciudades muertas!... ¡Y algo nuestro de ayer, que todavía vemos vagar por estas calles viejas!

Quiso el poeta recordar a solas, las ondas bien amadas, la luz de los cabellos que él llamaba en sus rimas rubias olas. Leyó... la letra mata: no se acordaba de ellos... Y un día -como tantos-, al aspirar un día aromas de una rosa que en el rosal se abría, brotó como una llama la luz de los cabellos que él en sus madrigales llamaba rubias olas, brotó, porque un aroma igual tuvieron ellos... Y se alejó en silencio para llorar a solas.

Difícil es interpretar los sueños que desatan el haz de nuestros propósitos para mezclarlos con recuerdos y temores.(...)Son estos sueños memorias de lo pasado, que teje y confunde la mano torpe y temblorosa de un personaje invisible: el miedo".

I've thought a great deal about the things I'd say to you, if I saw you again, but now I don't like having said any of it. We talk and words betray us. You think of them and when you say them out loud they mean something else.

El alma de las personas no está en las fotografías sino en las cosas menudas que tocaron, las que tuvieron el calor de las palmas de sus manos.

My father, when he went, made my childhood a gift of a half a century.

Out of a hundred years a few minutes were made that stayed with me, not a hundred years.

Mi padre, al irse, le regaló medio siglo a mi infancia.

Tôi yêu vì nh?ng gì tôi ?ã yêu, nh?ng nh?ng gì tôi ?ã yêu, tôi s? không b?t ??u yêu l?i n?a.

Totta on niin kuin sanotaan, että sitä kauan kaipaa mitä nuorena on kokenut.

Unwind is not to rewind to go to enjoy through the old memory lane but to find the right path to walk upon on the life's journey.

Dates were like deep friendships filmed in timelapse, one-night stands were like express-courtships from courtship to dissolution... When I'd entered my last relationship at twenty, we'd all been new and shiny. Now I was meeting people who had... stories.

Love, like reputation, once fled, never returns more.

Possessed with a thousand thoughts of past joys