Quotes About Memories

Neither of us had lived in a house since we were kids; apartments, it turns out, are very different things, psychologically. Houses—especially old and creaky houses—are individuals, somehow; their fronts are faces, their closets are pants pockets.

I had a slight feeling of babysitting as we walked soberly along together using all our old phrases, making all our old jokes, not quite feeling all our old fondness.

They say time will make all this go away. But it's time that's taken my tomorrow, and turned them into yesterday.

The antimony on their features was set on silvery fire by the intensity of the moon. And their bodies, solid and quivering and half-naked, were like ancient memories of a mystical time without boundaries when it was possible to enter the consciousness of a cornseed and foretell the harvest to come.

Che strano, Creta evocava i ricordi. Come una macchina del tempo, la sua antichità severa esumava immagini e sentimenti dal passato. Ogni momento sembrava rapportarsi a qualcosa che era successo anni prima.

I had many teachers whom I remember gratefully. In

but the place had a familiar feel.

and Nan died at age three months.

How many boys like him were out there in the ether, holding on to their big brothers and sisters who were still alive? How many husbands were floating between life and death, clinging to their wives in this world? And how may millions and millions of people were there in the world like Charlie who wouldn't let go of their loved ones when they're gone?

What's a good investment? Go home from work early and spend the afternoon throwing a ball around with your son.

Paul is Starsky, and I met him before shooting. He was very kind and encouraged us to go with what we wanted to do. It was very sweet to see them back with the car after 25 years.

Ah, God, I trod them down where I have trod, And they remain, and they remain, Etched in unutterable pain, Loved lips and faces now apart, That once were closer than my heart-- In agony, in agony, And horribly a part of me....

In the hallway of the house there was the usual smell he could never identify, brownish, exhausted, a breath out of childhood, if childhood was the word for that first decade of misery he had suffered through.

the past wastes no time becoming the past, all right.

Mal Griffin, Sarah, él mismo a los veinte años, y Delia, su futura esposa,

El amor sustituye la falta de recuerdos de un modo casi mágico. Todos los demás afectos necesitan el pasado: el amor crea un pasado como por encantamiento y nos rodea de él. Nos da, por así decirlo, la conciencia de haber vivido durante años con un ser que no hace mucho nos resultaba casi extraño. El amor es sólo un punto luminoso, y sin embargo parece apoderarse del tiempo.

The notes one of my uncles (who had the same kind of curiosity in collecting family anecdotes) once put into my hands, furnished me with several particulars relating to our ancestors.

litera scripta manet.

Creditors are a kind of people that have the sharpest eyes and ears, as well as the best memories of any in the world.

Mais tu crois que c'est quoi, une famille ! Sinon des gens dont on ne se remet pas ?

Ein toter Mensch ist wie ein Saal, in dem ein Fest zu Ende gegangen ist. Ein rauschendes Fest. Die Menschen sind alle fort um irgendwo anders weiterzufeiern. Und schau, so ein leerer Saal hat doch was ganz Friedliches. Die Luftschlangen, die Gläser, die Musikinstrumente und die Stille.

Immer wenn ich traurig bin versuche ich an Fotoalben zu denken. Immer wenn ich daran zweifle, ob es gut, dass ich existiere, dann blättere ich in meinem Geiste all die Fotoalben durch, Fotoalben verschiedenster Menschen aus verschiedensten Ländern, in denen zufällig und ohne dass diese Menschen Notiz davon nehmen würden, ein Foto klebt, auf dem ich zu sehen bin...

Kurz darauf ging es AUF KLASSENFAHRT ins Sauerland, in die Jugendherberge Burg Bielstein, und alles war genau so grausam, wie es eben auf solchen Fahrten in diesem Alter ist, stinkende Schlafsäle mit Etagenbetten, auf deren Matratzen die Exzessgeschichte der Räume mittels Flecken recht anschaulich kartiert ist, labbrig-bitterer Hagebuttentee aus Metallkannen, Himbeermarmelade aus Eimern, Graubrot mit Gummikäse, entsetzlich marmorierte Wurstscheiben.

Middle age is when your old classmates are so grey and wrinkled and bald they don't recognize you.