Quotes About Memories

Che creatura triste, l'essere umano, pensai. Non c'è nessuno che riesca a fuggire del tutto dall'incantesimo dell'infanzia.

I felt that I was the only person alive and moving in a world brought to a stop. Houses always feel like that after someone has died.

Nel vivere ci sono davvero tanti significati, e una quantità incredibile di scene, più numerose delle stelle, tante da non poterle ricordare a una a una, inonda il mio spirito, però mai più cercherò di attribuire alla vita dei significati, mai più cadrò in errore così brutto e meschino

Nessuno degli amori che avevo avuto fino ad allora aveva mai cancellato in questo modo il paesaggio.

Non c'è nessuno che riesce a fuggire del tutto dall'incantesimo dell'infanzia.

In the uncertain ebb and flow of time and emotions, much of one's life history is etched in the senses. And things of no particular importance, or irreplaceable thing, can suddenly resurface in a café one winter night.

8I ricordi veramente belli continuano a vivere e a splendere per sempre, pulsando dolorosamente assieme al tempo che passa.

For the first time, I saw the difference we made by being there for people over the years, in the background of their lives.

I wan't ever truly lonely, but whenever I think abou you I get this feeling that I was least lonely when I was with you

Non siamo nati solo per mangiare, né per guadagnare denaro, né per starcene senza far nulla, né per lasciare eredi, né tantomeno per invecchiare. Non siamo invece venuti al mondo perché dentro di noi brucia la fiamma di una passione? Non siamo qui, adesso, per amare i nostri cari e creare tanti bei ricordi, e portarli con noi fino a quando moriremo, senza rimpianti?

I knew it: the glittering crystal of all the good times we'd had, which had been sleeping in the depths of memory, was awakening and would keep us going. Like a blast of fresh wind, the richly perfumed breath of those days returned to my soul.

I crawled back under the covers, still staring at that cold-looking, powerful snowstorm outside. My cheeks burned. Eriko was no more. Watching that scene, I really knew it for the first time. No matter how it turned out with Yuichi and me, no matter how long or beautiful a life I would live, I would never see her again.

Tutte le cose di questo mondo un giorno non ci saranno più, e non importa quanta voglia avremo di andare: non si potrà più andare. E allora in questa vita voglio accumulare tantissimi ricordi.

I had never cried this way in my life. As the hot tears poured out, I remembered that I had never had a proper cry over my grandmother's death. I had a feeling that I wasn't crying over any one sad thing, but rather for many.

the familiar and nostalgic colors and smells, tastes, and places in our memories.

I often think that when it comes time to die, I want to breathe my last in a kitchen.

I knew it: the glittering crystal of all the good times we'd had, which had been sleeping in the depths of memory, was awakening and would keep us going. Like a blast of fresh wind, the rich perfumed breath of those days returned to my soul.

More family memories.

Truly happy memories always live on, shining. Over time, one by one, they come back to life.

This world of ours is piled high with farewells and goodbyes of so many different kinds, like the evening sky renewing itself again and again from one instant to the next-and I didn't want to forget a single one.

We ran into lots of old friends. Friends from elementary school, junior high school, high school. Everyone had matured in their own way, and even as we stood face to face with them they seemed like people from dreams, sudden glimpses through the fences of our tangled memories. We smiled and waved, exchanged a few words, and then walked on in our separate directions.

My memories of that time are fleeting, but they will never vanish completely, because the unexpected encounters of our lives will always remain with us, causing us great pain in the silent ways we evoke them.

I miss Saturday morning, rolling out of bed, not shaving, getting into my car with my girls, driving to the supermarket, squeezing the fruit, getting my car washed, taking walks.

Growing up was a maze of light and darkness to me. I never fully understood the purpose of childhood. Baby pictures nonplussed me. It looks like me a little, I thought. But what the hell, I didn't know nuthin'. It ain't that cute. Falling back like that, toothless grimace, mouth bare, legs bent, fat with diapers. And them probably wet.