Quotes About Memories

Ah, this feels just like the old times... I still miss you and the others, you know, and life at school and those times when two or more of us would sit up talking far too late into the night. Which is not to say I would give up my present life to return there, but... Well, even happy choices involve some sacrifice. And most of us, I suppose, would like to both have our cake and eat it if only it were possible

this has been a birthday best forgotten." "Most birthdays are, milord," his man said agreeably

After a few awkward moments, Lizzy joined them and they skipped along the avenue, the three of them, laughing and whooping and altogether making an undignified spectacle of themselves.

Home had always been a place to dream of.

It was magnificent," he said, as he took his seat. "Do you remember what Darwin says about music? He claims that the power of producing and appreciating it existed among the human race long before the power of speech was arrived at. Perhaps that is why we are so subtly influenced by it. There are vague memories in our souls of those misty centuries when the world was in its childhood.

It is with a heavy heart that I take up my pen to write these the last words in which I shall ever record the singular gifts by which my friend Mr. Sherlock Holmes was distinguished. In

Do you remember what Darwin says about music? He claims that the power of producing and appreciating it existed among the human race long before the power of speech was arrived at. Perhaps that is why we are so subtly influenced by it. There are vague memories in our souls of those misty centuries when the world was in its childhood. That's rather a broad idea, I remarked. One's ideas must be as broad as Nature if they are to interpret Nature

De todos los fantasmas, los de nuestros antiguos amores son los más dolorosos.

Recuerda usted lo que Darwin ha dicho acerca de la música? En su opinión, la facultad de producir y apreciar una armonía data en la raza humana de mayor antigüedad que el uso del lenguaje. Acaso sea ésta la causa de que influya en nosotros de manera tan sutil. Perviven en nuestras almas recuerdos borrosos de aquellos siglos en que el mundo se hallaba aún en su niñez

I went back to those graves not long afterward and found as I stood there that sadness was a very heavy thing. My body weighed twice what it had only a moment earlier, as if those graves were pulling me down toward them.

Seeing him again after so long awakened something inside me. I was surprised to find myself feeling sad rather than joyful, as I would have imagined.

Suppose that you and I were sitting in a quiet room overlooking a garden, chatting and sipping at our cups of green tea while we talked about something that had happened a long while ago, and I said to you, "That afternoon when I met so-and-so . . . was the very best afternoon of my life, and also the very worst afternoon.

Kakve god bile naše muke i naše pobede, kako god ih mi propratili, sve one vrlo brzo izblede, kao mastilo na papiru.

El aire ya no olía a cerrado. El pasado había desaparecido.

Willy: Remember those two beautiful elm trees out there? When I and Biff hung the swings between them? Linda: Yeah, like being a million miles from the city.

One time there was a girl. Her name was Jane. She was a little baby. And she had a blanket. It was a small blanket. It was pink, and soft, and warm. In the morning she woke up. And the first thing she did was to touch the blanket, and it felt soft and warm when she put her fingers on it. Jane loved her pink blanket.

Swallows and Amazons for-ever!

Well we shan't be at school for ever, said Nancy. We'll be grown up, and then we'll live here all the year round.... ...I shall be going to sea someday, said John, and so will Roger. But we'll always come back here on leave. I shall bring my monkey, said Roger. And the parrot shall always come, said Titty.

Sometimes we credit ourselves with a longing to be in some distant spot, whereas, in truth, we are only longing to have the time back again which we spent there---days when we were younger and fresher than we are now.

Most of our suffering lies in retrospect or anticipation.

Wir verleben unsre schönen Tage, ohne sie zu bemerken: erst wenn die schlimmen kommen, wünschen wir jene zurück.

Smells, like music, hold memories. She breathed deep, and bottled it up for posterity.

When she looked at him now, she couldn't help thinking that the man he had become bore so little resemblance to the boy he had been. His smile was the only piece of baggage he had carried with him from boyhood into manhood.

There are things that can be forgotten. And things that cannot - that sit on dusty shelves like stuffed birds with baleful, sideways staring eyes.