Quotes About Memories

How strange and unfamiliar to think that one had been loved, that one's presence had once had the power to make a difference between happiness and dullness in another's day.

There is always that one moment in childhood when the door opens and lets the future in. ...We should be thankful we cannot see the horrors and degradations lying around our childhood, in cupboards and bookshelves, everywhere.

Rooms don't change, ornaments stand where you place them: only the heart decays.

Nuevos paisajes, nuevas aduanas. La acumulación de recuerdos. Una vida larga no depende de los años. Un hombre sin recuerdos puede llegar a los cien años y sentir que su vida ha sido muy corta.

She dabbed at her eyes. 'You'd be bored, Henry. An unfinished bottle of champagne found in an old cupboard with all the sparkle gone …' The jaded phrase was worthy of a Haymarket author.

Todo lo que oyes o ves o tocas o hueles está ligado a una historia, una historia que yo puedo contarte. Si dices «beicon», puedo contarte una historia. Si dices «nieve», puedo contarte una docena de historias distintas. Eso somos: una serie de historias que hemos compartido, que tenemos en común. Eso somos el uno para el otro.

Oliver reached out to lift the skull with careful fingers. It was light, lighter than the repository of a man's intellect, personality, and memories ought to be, thought Oliver.

It's stupid, I know, but I care. All the things that meant so much when we were young. Under the blankets late at night, listening to long-distance radio. All those things lost now or broken. Can you remember? Can you remember that feeling? Perhaps I ought to go to a doctor.

According to legend, Path Kethona was first visited by Forerunners during our greatest period of exploration, over ten million years ago. Yet there was substantial doubt that voyage had ever happened. Records had long ago vanished. Not even Haruspis, entrusted with studying the Domain, could access those memories.

Oh, there will still be deception. The fresh crew will emerge as adults, will have memories of past training and lives. Our stories, our lives, will go on. I refuse to allow that love to die, just because it was never real.

So ended the days of the last dinosaur circus.

UR-DIDACT: This being was not the Primordial I encountered on Charum Hakkor, but something else entirely—though it retained the Primordial's motives and thoughts and memories. It was a Gravemind—the Gravemind, more accurately. It was the Primordial's final act of revenge.

The sorrow never dies; it is merely pearled by time. No

I remembered the ancient flowers Charles had given me near Trés Haut Médoc, cut from the Glass Sea beds. Now he offered me a bouquet of stars. After the weariness and grief, Charles could still take my breath away.

Axonn sighed. Just like the good old days, he said. Now I remember why I hated them so much.

To all those adults who return home to repay the debt of childhood, and find they never really left. Listen while you still can.

We should be covered into the earth by people who loved us.

behind them.

The past is always with us, darling," Tom went on. "Sometimes we carry it lightly, but other times it's like dragging a wounded brother behind you.

but you're wrong" He said. "Life is about your family and the people that love you. Life is about your experiences. It's about LIVING and it's about the people that you share it with. The rest of it, the rest of them? They are chaff

A garage is not always a way station for things destined for the dump, but a living and breathing memory album of moments shared. And promises of more moments to come.

Greta worked her way toward the back, skipping past racks and stacks of records marked with the year. One after another. It was as if she were going back in time, getting younger as she went and heading toward the girl she'd been back then. Young. Impressionable. A follower. The spark of memories made her shake her head. She'd come so far since then.

an ex-Confederate colorbearer, Andrew Wall, took a ten-mile walking tour of the historic ground in 1913, at the age of 72. On July 2 of that reunion year, Wall came to a place where he believed he had been standing in 1863, when the point end of the regimental flag staff he was carrying was shot off by Yankee fire. Searching through the thick accumulation of leaves and dirt, Wall was amazed to discover the metal flag pole tip that had been blown away 50 years before.

You will lose someone you can't live without, and your heart will be badly broken, and the bad news is that you never completely get over the loss of your beloved. But this is also the good news. They live forever in your broken heart, a wound that doesn't seal back up. And you come through. It's like having a broken leg that never heals perfectly—that still hurts when the weather gets cold, but you learn to dance with the limp.