Quotes About Memories

When I was younger, I had a perm, and it was really big. My mom was a hairdresser, so even my dad had a perm! I looked like a poodle, but it was cool at the time.

I had a classic gym teacher in junior high who wore a weightlifter's belt all the time.

My dad was a big car guy. If you wanted to spend time with my dad, he was working on the car.

Your bitter memories still have time to turn into sweet ones.

It's been a long time since I've had champagne.

When I was a little kid we moved to Tulsa, then to St. Louis and, by the time I was in kindergarten, we lived in Springfield, Missouri. There I basically grew up.

Ghosts are those memories that are too strong to be forgotten for good, echoing across the years and refusing to be obliterated by time.

When my father passed away two or three years ago, I didnt listen to music for four days - thats a long time for me.

You live in my head all the time.

I used to perform all the time but I haven't performed in New York in a very long time.

The only good thing about going to the fights is you can go into the green room and you can see some of your old friends that you haven't seen in a long time.

Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten, Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold, Let it be forgotten forever and ever, Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.

there was a time when these weren't memories.

Staring into the ring of candles—proud that the number of his years finally made a ring, all around the cake

Sometimes, in the still watches of the night, when he lies in bed beside her, Tanis will find himself thinking of me. He will remember my last words, he will be touched by them. I have given them their happiness. And she must live with the knowledge that I will live always in Tanis's heart. What love they might find together, I have poisoned. My revenge upon them both is complete. Now, have you brought what I sent you for?

Ä°nsan?n sevdiklerini aÄŸlarken görmesi ne korkunç bir manzara. Bütün geri dönüÅŸü olmayan vedalaÅŸmalar? hat?rlat?yor bana. SoÄŸuk istasyonlardaki gözyaÅŸlar?, trenlerin ac?mas?z arka ???klar?... Bir aÅŸk?n sonu... Lütfen, bir daha hiç aÄŸlama. -Milena Jesenska

In the end we all have stories.

Stormy skies, says Ernesto. He grieved for them. Summer rain. Childhood.

También para los recuerdos es demasiado tarde

También para los recuerdos es demasiado tarde. Ahora ya no les quiero. No sé si los quise. Los abandoné. Ya no guardo en mi mente el perfume de su piel ni en mis ojos el color de sus ojos. Ya no me acuerdo de la voz, salvo a veces la de la dulzura con la fatiga de la noche. Ya no oigo la risa, ni la risa ni los gritos. Se acabó, ya no lo recuerdo. [...] se ha convertido en escritura corriente.

Sólo me soporto con ese par de zapatos y aún ahora me veo así, esos tacones altos son los primeros de mi vida, son bonitos, han eclipsado a todos los zapatos que los han precedido, los zapatos para correr y jugar, planos, de lona blanca.

Quel bel levriero... si distese sulla mia vita (Memorie di Adriano, Saeculum Aureum)

Mi infancia, cuando la recuerdo, se me aparece como una idea de quietud al borde de una inquietud que sería después toda mi vida.

Elle [Catherine de Mainau] avait, dit-on, inspiré des passions très vives ; elle en avait ressenti ; elle avait eu des peines, qu'elle n'avais pas longtemps portées. Il en était de ses chagrins, je suppose, comme de ses robes de bal, qu'elle ne mettait qu'une fois. Mais elle les gardait toutes ; elle avait, ainsi, des armoires de souvenirs. Vous disiez, mon amie, que la princesse Catherine avait une âme de dentelle. (p. 86-87)