Quotes About Memories

The short winters day was drawing to a close. It seems to me sometimes that these are the only days I have ever known, and especially that most charming moment of all, just before night wipes them out.

past moments old dreams back again or fresh like those that pass or things things always and memories I say them as I hear them murmur them in the mud

The great characters of fiction live as truly as the memories of dead men. For the life after death it is not necessary that a man or woman should have lived.

Some people say that their school days were the happiest of their lives. They may be right, but I always look with suspicion upon those whom I hear saying this. It is hard enough to know whether one is happy or unhappy now, and still harder to compare the relative happiness or unhappiness of different times of one's life; the utmost that can be said is that we are fairly happy so long as we are not distinctly aware of being miserable. As

I kind of realize that I have a tendency to choose the kind of films I watched when I was a kid and would go home and pretend with my friends that we were in those movies after we saw them.

Úgy hozta hát a véletlen, hogy lássam a király lefejezését a White Hall udvarán, és lássam az els? vért is, amely a király megbosszulására kiontatott a Charing Crosson. Polcokat állítattam be dolgozószobámba.

23rd. This my birthday, 28 years.

But she…I…" The emptiness of his thefted recollections was real as any love loss. The rifled wallet seemed trivial. Tears banked his eyes. "But she was—" Confusion snarled the sentence's end. "What was she, friend?" Calli asked. "She…was." That was the sad entirety.

This parched evening seasons the night with remembrances of rain.

The Family/Sygn conflict is in the process of creating a schism throughout the entire galaxy, concerning just what exactly a woman is . And it may mean that instead of one universe with six thousand worlds in it, we will have a universe with one group of some thousands of worlds and another group of some thousands of others, and no connection between the two save memories of murder, starvation, and violence. And in a situation like that, no, you do not just simply decide to up and change sides!

Time heals wounds, my dear; it cannot rub out scars.

How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood,When fond recollection presents them to view!

The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket,The moss-covered bucket which hung in the well.

We had a small above-ground swimming pool in the back garden and I have a photo of my father sitting in the canoe and sipping whisky while floating in the pool. He had bought it from a second-hand shop and I suspect my dad had been drinking before the purchase as well as after.

Times like this were special. Memory builders. When something extraordinary happened to a person the kind of things remembered forever after it didn't have to be a life-changing event like a graduation or marriage or birth of a child. It more often was the small things. The sheer joy of summer sunlight on a fragrant flower. The giggle of a toddler. The brush of a lover's fingertips. And the person marks the moment with the flashing insight thinking... This is special. I should remember this

It's not the length of time we knew someone that makes them so special. It's what they brought into our lives.

I think, though, that another shame of war is that when it's over, a soldier don't get to leave it behind where he fought it. He's gotta carry it right back home with him, in his head, and in his heart.

Our memories are filled with images that are doors into old scenes in our lives.

regrets are a waste of good drinking time,

I remember the mentoring experiences of some teachers that I had, like a second term home room teacher in public school that really was very helpful to me.

As an adult, it feels much harder to make friends but the moments spent together are cherished so dearly.

Quotes are the enchanted way of freezing our thoughts in time forever.

Todavía hoy, en mis pesadillas, vuelvo a la niñez y compruebo que ese período de dolor no ha terminado. Es una herida que crece y se abre con el tiempo.

you will remember ]for we in our youth did these things yes many and beautiful things ] ] ]