Quotes About Memories

I miss us, too. I always have, and probably always will

Songs and smells will bring you back to a moment in time more than anything else. It's amazing how much can be conjured with a few notes of a song or a solitary whiff of a room. A song you didn't even pay attention to at the time, a place that you didn't even know had a particular smell. I wonder what will someday bring back Dex and our few months together. Maybe the sound of Dido's voice. Maybe the scent of the Aveda shampoo I've been using all summer.

The loss of her is already too much and then there's the other thing – the end of being loved in the way only my sister could love me. What I feel for her survives and that hurts like battery acid every minute, but worse is that what she felt for me died with her. I will never be loved like that again.

Yonder the mountain flowers are out. We drink together, you and I. One more cup--one more cup--still one more cup! Now I am drunk and drowsy, you had better go. But come tomorrow morning, if you will, with the harp!

What of me after parting? I know not-- I'll go back, perhaps, to my old fishing rock on the beach.

Of all the rivers in the land, Thee most I love, fair Trent, For in thy stream and by thy banks My happiest hours I've spent. 'Twas there, hard by, I first drew breath, There hope to end my days; And everywhere I'll tell till death My native river's praise.

Then she laughed out loud and hugged him tight with both arms. She smelled like pine trees and lichens and hot sand. How odd, thought Roger, that after all, this is what it took - not a flock of scarlet ibises or golden-crowned kinglets, but just the names of chicken, hovering in the air like the sulpher butterflies at the dump.

Even though we weren't old, we were old with all we carried inside.

Anyone who's lived has lost somebody.

Gazing out at the placid sea of bricky gables, at the pleasant parks and school playgrounds, I felt a pang of resentment, the same pain I remembered when my wife kissed me fondly, waved a little shyly from the door of our Chelsea apartment, and walked out on me for good. Affection could reveal itself in the most heartless moments.

Jane had spent too many hours in elevators and pathology rooms, and the pallor of strip lighting haunted her like a twelve-year-old's memories of a bad dream.

C'était une de ces soirées délicieuses à l'âme, un de ces moments qui ne s'oublient jamais, une de ces heures passées dans la paix et le désir, et dont, plus tard, le charme est toujours un sujet de regret, même quand nous nous trouvons plus heureux.

Other women bow their heads and suffer in silence. They go on living, mortally wounded but resigned, weeping often but with no desire to strike back against the person who has injured them, praying for him and cherishing their memories until their last breath. That is love, true love, the love the angels know ...

It didn't matter whether he was nearby or far away. His image would drift up into your mind just when you least expected it, shocking you, making your chest pound. Making your heart ache.

A lover should die after a long lifetime. I lost Hitoshi at the age of twenty, and I suffered from it so much that I felt as if my own life had stopped. The night he died, my soul went away to some other place and I couldn't bring it back. It was impossible to see the world as I had before. My brain ebbed and flowed, unstable, and I passed the days in a relentless state of dull oppression.

No, I just wanted to recapture the incredibly vivid love we'd had at first- the love I'd shared with the tall man standing next to me, with the man I adored.

Actually, time had always been passing. I had just managed to avoid thinking about it very much. It would be hard for me to recapture that feeling—life wasn't so easy anymore. Small things pricked my heart. In those early days, I lived in a world of overwhelming sensations; it was like I had just fallen out of love.

All I wanted was to get through this as quickly as possible, to see the day when memories be just memories.

Sucede que el corazón acaba velando en la distancia la belleza de las cosas ya vistas, desde las más intensamente vividas a las más pálidas; todo quedaba completamente envuelto en el corazón y ahora se sumergía en el paisaje que avanzaba hacia nosotros moviéndose velozmente

Die wirklich schönen Erinnerungen bleiben lebendig und haben einen unauslöschlichen Glanz. Sie pulsieren schmerzlich im Fluss der Zeit.

For waving good-bye, I thank you.

When you've fallen in love, broken up, lost a love one, and start getting older, everything seems the same. I couldn't tell what was good and what was bad, what was better and what was worse. I simply didn't want to have any more bad memories. I wished that time could stop, and summer will never come to an end. I felt vulnerable.

Even if this night we were spending together and everything else was just going to disappear into the past, that was all right - and it seemed to me that I held this alrightness preciously in my hands, and that it was glittering there.

Things are just things. They can't bring back the dead. it just makes me feel better.