Quotes About Memories

They were gone and I missed them but even so I was very happy. For the rest of my life no matter where on this planet earth I went and no matter how scared or confused I got, I could wait until dark and look up into the night sky and see my three friends again and my heart would swell with love of them and make me strong and clearheaded.

They were the only three people I'd chosen on my own to love, and they were gone. But still, that morning in Mobay when I saw Russ for the last time, I saw clearly for the first time that loving Sister Rose and I-Man and even Bruce had left me with riches that I could draw on for the rest of my life, I was totally grateful to them.

The stillness and silence shrouding Papá was the most complete I'd ever experienced. The silence came from where his breathing used to be. But it wasn't only his breathing that was missing. It was his presence.

What became of the friends I hadWith whom I was always so closeAnd loved so dearly?

You listen well and that makes you a good keeper of stories. I am sure that all my memories are safe with you" -Baba

Sometimes when she told stories about the past her eyes would get teary from all the memories she had, but they weren't tears. She wasn't crying. They were just the memories, leaking out.

But memories are time beings, too, like cherry blossoms or ginkgo leaves; for a while they are beautiful, and then they fade and die.

She smiled. "Life is full of stories. Or maybe life is only stories. Good night, my dear Nao.

That's what I like so much about libraries, they smell the way we would like to imagine the past.

Some people think we're made of flesh and blood and bones. Scientists say we're made of atoms. But I think we are made of stories. When we die, that's what people remember, the stories of our lives and the stories that we told.

On Porter's desk was a gold-framed portrait of Mama, looking as beautiful as a movie star, and be- side it, to my surprise, was a picture of me. The last time I was in this office, it had not been there, and I was pleased to see it.

And if you can't go to heaven, May you at least die in Ireland.

I was in the postseason twice and I'm thankful for that.

Every night, the dreams pour down and engulf me. An hour, or a day, or even a whole week from my past spills out from the dark, wrapping up my mind in a cocoon of old sensations I thought I'd left behind. Like there's a time machine in my head, I'll be catapulted backward, uncomfortably squeezed into my younger skins like shoes that I've outgrown.

The person that I am slowly becomes the girl I used to be, until eventually I surrender, saturated in my days gone by, feeling every moment for the first time . . . all over again.

I can remember when it wasn't so lonely around here. I guess loneliness makes you remember the good times.

He smiled, looking into the flames. "He used to sleep on the foot of my bed, bad breath and gas and all, and I even took him hunting." "It's odd to take a dog hunting?" "Max? Yeah, sort of like taking along a brass band. He saved a lot of deer from death.

For me, remembrance of things past has always been a waste of time, and what's the point of tears? I don't know. I've always been focussed on today. Yesterday and tomorrow hold no interest for me. What had to happen, did, and what will happen, will.

Hayat birbirinde ay?rd?klar?n?, k?sa bir müddet için tekrar yakla?t?r?r gibi olsa bile, uzun zaman yan yana b?rakm?yor. Geçen günleri bir daha geri getirmek mümkün de?il ve sadece hat?ralar iki insan? birbirine ba?layacak kadar kuvvetli de?il.

Sen akl?ma gelince her?eyler gülümserdi.

Hayat, birbirinden ay?rd?klar?n?, k?sa bir müddet için tekrar yakla?t?r?r gibi olsa bile, uzun zaman yan yana b?rakm?yordu. Geçen günleri bir daha geri getirmek mümkün de?ildi ve sadece hat?ralar, iki insan? birbirine ba?layacak kadar kuvvetli de?ildi.

?nsan al??t???, güzel buldu?u, kendine yak?n buldu?u yerlerden ayr?l?rken sanki vücudunun bir k?sm?n? orda b?rak?yormu? gibi üzülür.

Ak?t?p gözüm ya??n? Hat?rlar?m gülü?ünü; K?v?rc?k saçl? ba??n? Gö?süme koyamad???m!

Life wasn't for lamenting what you'd lost. It was for enjoying what you had, for however long you got to have it. While it was always terrible to lose those precious to you, it was far more terrible never to have had them at all.