Quotes About Memories

Não me cantem canções da luz do dia / Pois o sol é o inimigo dos amantes / Cantem das sombras e da escuridão / E das lembranças da meia-noite.

Various sources force us to assume that the so-called earliest childhood recollections are not true memory traces but later elaborations of the same, elaborations which might have been subjected to the influences of many later psychic forces. Thus, the childhood reminiscences of individuals altogether advance to the signification of concealing memories, and thereby form a noteworthy analogy to the childhood reminiscences as laid down in the legends and myths of nations.

Les souvenirs pénibles s'effacent difficilement, reviennent sans cesse, quoi qu'on fasse pour les étouffer, et vous torturent sans répit.

We dream of what we have seen, said, desired, or done.

She felt as if she had spent her childhood here, running, lying back, pulling out the stamens of honeysuckle to drink their juice.

He had spent his whole life listening to stories from the past and now he had his own, and it was slowly building chapter by chapter.

Don't you have some songs, boyo?" she asked, after one of her songs. I didn't know any of them all the way through, but I sang the verses and choruses of all the songs we used to sing back on the Preserve: "Angel from Montgomery," "No Hard Feelings," "You Got Gold," "The Story.

If there had been mile markers on the side of the road, they would have clicked off the years instead of the miles: 1994...1982...1974.

They would catch the lightning bugs that came up out of the laurels lining the creek and then put them into mason jars or wear them as glow rings on their fingers.

We note our place with bookmarkers That measure what we've lost.

Never waste a meal eating something boring when you could be trying something exciting. That's part of the joy of travel, because food is such a brilliant way of racking up great memories. And remember, it's hardly ever going to kill you.

I still think about him all the time. I just sobbed for an age when I found the note I wrote about his death buried in my computer.

Some things I loved have vanished. A great many others have been given to me

My worst mistake has been not grasping that time goes by. It was going by and there I was, set in the attitude of the ideal wife of an ideal husband. Instead of bringing our sexual relationship to life again I brooded happily over memories of our former nights together.

When someone you love dies you pay for the sin of outliving her with a thousand piercing regrets.

It must feel wonderfully strange when, like Manette, one stands there, the only witness to a vanished world.

Time vanishes behind those who leave this world, and the older I get the more my past years draw together.

I also like to think that after the slight shock of separation you will not feel any sorrow … and that if you should sometimes happen to think of me you will do so as one thinks of a book one read in childhood. I do not want ever to occupy a different place from that in the hearts of those I love, because then I can be sure of never causing them any unhappiness.

Of all ghosts the ghosts of our old loves are the worst.

Look back, and smile on perils past.

Sookan, don't look so sad and dark. I will never stop thinking of you. Nothing will end; nothing ever does. Everything good that touches our lives becomes part of us forever. You know that.

The lily and the poem made it all real for me; now I knew my memories would stay with me forever. I held the lily and the poem to my heart, and concluded that my life was not a series of sand castles. There was meaning to life, and precious memories even amidst the sadness.

Youth is still where you left it, and that's where it should stay. Anything that was worth taking on life's journey, you'll already have taken with you.

But... we'll always have Paris. I pause, thinking this through. At least, you'll have it. And you can tell me about it.