Quotes About Memories

It wasn't all frustration. I've had a lot of good times with Ferrari as well.

Nobody who knows me would believe this, but I was always the life of the party. Oh, how I loved to sing and dance, and we had good times. Good clean fun it was, too.

I fondly remember good times working on 'Thor.'

You can't think 'Dole' without thinking 'Bob Dole' and cartoons and third-person good times. He was one of those politicians: the kind you jabbed but were happy enough to have around.

I don't remember a lot of the good times from my days with the Truckers.

We've got that family opportunity of always filming together, so we can look back on good times anytime we want.

The 1990s felt like the 1990s in a real and good way.

Old Yeller.

I'd heard fiddle music, but I'd never known it could stab you like a thorn and make you like the sting of it. I'd never heard none that made you want to laugh and cry at the same time. Or made you see the sun coming up out of a big pool of water, while the frogs hollered from the wild onions growing along the banks and the speckled bass popped their tails in the shoal water and the mockingbirds sat in the tops of the cedars and sang like they do at daybreak.

Remember me not for the ill I've done but for the good I've dreamed.

When friends speak overmuch of times gone by, often it's because they sense their present time is turning them from friends to strangers. Long before the moment came to say goodbye, I think, we said goodbye in other words and ways and silences. Then when the moment came for it at last, we didn't say it as should be said by friends. So now at last, dear Mouse, with many, many years between: goodbye.

Every person has one particular time in his life when he is more beautiful than he is ever going to be again. For some it is at seven, for others at seventeen or seventy, and as Laura Fleischman read out loud from Shakespeare, I remember thinking that for her it was probably just then.

Podes despedir-te da tua família e dos teus amigos e afastar-te milhares de quilómetros, mas, ao mesmo tempo, leva-los no teu coração, na tua mente, no teu estomâgo, pois não só vives no mundo, mas o mundo vive em ti

Leaving the Great House, my presence became known to the colored people, some of whom were children of those I had known when a boy. They all seemed delighted to see me, and were pleased when I called over the names of many of the old servants

The funeral was beautiful. I didn't mind it, really. It wasn't exactly Pop's funeral, to me. When I'd been alone with him, there in the little room, well, that was it, as far as I was concerned. I'd said good-bye to him, sort of, then. This was just something you had to go through with, on account of other people and out of respect for Pop.

The older you get, the less afraid of ghosts you are - whether you believe in them or not. By the time you pass the fifty mark you've known so many people who are now dead that ghosts, if there are any, aren't all strangers. Some of your best friends are ghosts; why should you be afraid of them? And it's not too many years before you'll all be on the other side of the fence yourself.

Christmas is not an external event at all, but a piece of one's home that one carries in one's heart.

versprecht ihr mir, Ihr Wälder meiner Jugend, wenn ich komme, die Ruhe noch einmal wieder?

I'm building a grave for my heart, that it may rest; I spin a cocoon around myself, because everywhere it's winter, in blissfull memories I wrap myself against the storm.

Let old ones go. Dont be a memory-monger! Once you were young??now you are even younger.

Our memories are filled with the hundreds of people who have walked through our lives, touched us in some way, and then seemingly disappeared from the face of the earth. Time erodes our willingness to promise once again to keep in touch, and without willing it so, the Kleenex promises of youth give way to the carefully chosen holiday cards of

Aleshores, quan jèiem abraçats davant la finestra oberta al pendís d'oliveres (dues llavors nues dins un fruit que l'estiu ha badat violent, i que s'omple d'aire) no teníem records. Érem el record que tenim ara. Érem aquesta imatge. Els ídols de nosaltres, per la submisa fe de després.

The people one loves should take all their things with them when they die.

Let me stay here, he said. There was soap.