Quotes About Memories

Die Monate haben es eilig. Die Jahre haben es eiliger. Und die Jahrzehnte haben es am eiligsten. Nur die Erinnerungen habben Geduld mit uns.

Manches, was man als Kind erlebt hat, erhält seinen Sinn erst nach vielen Jahren. Und vieles, was uns später geschieht, bliebe ohne die Erinnerung an unsre Kindheit so gut wie unverständlich.

Wie kann ein erwachsener Mensch seine Jugend nur so vollkommen vergessen, dass er eines Tages überhaupt nicht mehr weiß, wie traurig und unglücklich Kinder bisweilen sein können. Es ist nämlich gleichgültig, ob man wegen einer zerbrochenen Puppe weint oder weil man, später einmal, einen Freund verliert.

What can you say about a twenty-five-year-old girl who died?

What can you say about a twenty-five-year-old girl who died? That she was beautiful. And brilliant. That she loved Mozart and Bach. And the Beatles. And me.

Cherishing the sweet reminiscence of the early hours of life can be experienced as real enchantment: Those hours when fantasy is given wings and imagination allows us to sail with our paper boats through the stern roads of our constricted life. ( "Paper boats forever" )

When we travel, we aim for the sublime. It's the ridiculous stuff, however, that we tend to treasure the most.

All of us insist upon our illusions, upon substituting dreams and distorted memories for the real thing.

All of us insist on our illusions, upon substituting dreams and distorted memories for the real thing...It seemed to him that delusion was the most natural of human states; it was honesty that was the aberration.

Good-bye, Graystripe. I love you. Take care of our kits.

I buried her on the shore," he whispered as Fireheart padded up and sat down beside him. "She loved the river." He raised his head to where the first stars of Silverpelt were beginning to appear. "She hunts with StarClan now," he mewed softly. "Someday I'll find her again, and we'll be together.

Bumblestripe, Lionblaze, Cinderheart, and Purdy bore Mousefur among them, the old she-cat silenced forever, her jaws hanging slightly open as if she had something more to say. Firestar was carried by Sandstorm, Graystripe, Squirrelflight, and Millie. Dovewing heard the gray tabby she-cat murmur, "We were born as kittypets, but look at us now, my precious friend.

Great; I get to be told I am dead all over again. -Stomfur

Of course. I have made good friends in all the Clans. I've seen kits born and watched elders leave on their final journey to Silverpelt. I've made the long journey to the Clans' new home. Believe me, I wouldn't change a single day. I know it is not in your power to give me longer with my Clan. But I can't help wanting more.

I will never forget you, Hollyleaf.

The worst bit of the dream," Pebble Heart murmured as his breathing slowed. "Was that you were gone." "Hush." Gray Wing's belly tightened. "Turtle Tail was gone too. We were alone. Just me and Sparrow Fur and Owl Eyes. We were all alone.

It's been moons since anyone attacked my tail," he'd rasped wistfully.

Rowankit was the sweetest of all my kits," Dovewing was saying, her voice hoarse. "While his littermate was eager to play, eager to explore the camp, Rowankit was always content to be snuggled up to my belly." Dovewing blinked. "I know I'll still reach for him in my sleep. I just can't believe he's gone.

I can't give up my faith in the longpaws. I understand that we can't rely on the longpaws to help us anymore. But one of us has to remember. One of us has to carry the memories for the rest of the Pack. I'll do it.

Fallen Leaves nodded. "Go well," he murmured. "I will never forget you, Hollyleaf.

Farewell, Birdflight, Gorsekit, Spottedkit. I will find you again one day, I promise.

He hoped the white cat would not have to suffer the pain he had felt when Spottedleaf died, or Graystripe's when he lost Silverstream.

Nu putea îndura s?-i aud? tristeÈ›ea din voce; p?rea c? pierduse ceva preÈ›ios.

his first dawn without Willowbreeze. He could hardly believe the