Quotes About Memories

Second Term at Trebizon

One night when I was pregnant with Henry, I lay in bed thinking for some reason, about Treasure Island. I realized that from the entire book there was only one sentence I remembered verbatim, something that Ben Gunn, who has been marooned for three years, says to Jim Hawkins: Many's the long night I've dreamed of cheese -- toasted mostly. I repeated the last two words over and over again, like a mantra. Toasted, mostly. Toasted mostly.

her father had built from ax-hewn planks thatched with bamboo and grass. The floor was dirt, but it was clean. Her mother, Foua, sprinkled it regularly with

Things were different when I was growing up.

It still makes me happy to think back to those words and that look

No matter what I'm doing, I cant help thinking about those who are gone. I catch myself laughing and remember that it's a disgrace to be so cheerful... This gloom will pass.

Dead people receive more flowers than living ones because regret is stronger than gratitude

Make the most of your carefree young life as you can.

DimineaÈ›a suntem normali, dup?-amiaza cam tot aÈ™a, cu unele excepÈ›ii, dar seara dorinÈ›a de peste zi, fericirea È™i deliciile tuturor d??ilor precedente redevin vii È™i nu mai facem altceva decât s? ne gândim unul la cel?lalt.

Pensavo che bisognava nascondersi e cacciavo invece nella borsa le cose più assurde. Ma non me ne rammarico, ci tengo di più ai ricordi che ai vestiti.

In the old days, when I was a little girl, Pim used to tell me stories about "Der bösen Paula."* He had a whole collection of Paula stories, and I adored them all. Now, whenever I go to him for comfort in the middle of the night, he's started telling me Paula stories again, so I've written down the latest one.

But I'm not sorry, memories mean more to me than dresses.

No matter what I'm doing, I can't help thinking about those who are gone. I catch myself laughing and remember that it's a disgrace to be so cheerful.

la edad escolar, tan libre de preocupaciones y problemas, que nunca volverá.

At seven-thirty we too closed the door behind us; Moortje, my cat, was the only living creature I said good-bye to.

Hanneli und Sanne waren fruher meine besten Freundinnen, und wer uns zusammen sah, sagte immer: ,,Da laufen Anne, Hanne und Sanne.

Ik voel als ik eraan denk, vandaag nog zijn wang tegen de mijne met dat heerlijke gevoel dat alles goed maakt

I don't know where to start, one [writing student] will wail. Start with your childhood, I tell them. Plug your nose and jump in, and write down all your memories as truthfully as you can. Flannery O' Connor said that anyone who has survived childhood has enough material to write for the rest of his or her life. Maybe your childhood was grim and horrible, but grim and horrible is Okay if it is well done. Don't worry about doing it well yet, though. Just get it down.

But you are not your bank account, or your ambition. You're not the cold clay lump you leave behind when you die. You're not your collection of walking personality disorders. You are Spirit, you are love, and even though it is hard to believe sometimes, you are free. You're here to love, and be loved, freely. If you find out next week that you are terminally ill - and we're all terminally ill on this bus - what will matter are memories of beauty, that people loved you, and that you loved them.

Now she and I sit together in her room and eat chocolate, and I tell her that in a very long time when we both to go heaven, we should try to get chairs next to each other, close to the dessert table.

T]here should be a real sense of your imagination and your memories walking and woolgathering, tramping the hills, romping all over the place. Trust them. Don't look at your feet to see if you are doing it right. Just dance.

If you haven't already, you will lose someone you can't live without, and your heart will be badly broken, and you never completely get over the loss of a deeply beloved person. But this is also good news. The person lives forever, in your broken heart that doesn't seal back up. And you come through, and you learn to dance with the banged-up heart.

You get your confidence and intuition back by trusting yourself, by being militantly on your own side. You need to trust yourself, especially on a first draft, where amid the anxiety and self-doubt, there should be a real sense of your imagination and your memories walking and woolgathering, tramping the hills, romping all over the place. Trust them. Don't look at your feet to see if you are doing it right. Just dance.

That's what's so touching about weddings: Two people fall in love, and decide to see if their love might stand up over time, if there might be enough grace and forgiveness and memory lapses to help the whole shebang hang together.