Quotes About Memories

sometimes through my sadness, I dance without the radio on for the music you left in my heart will always be on play

Colectionar, fetisist, nu m-am putut desp?r?i de simboluri, de amintiri, de verigile acestea ale trecutului gelos ag??ate unele de altele de-a lungul unei vie?i întregi.

I se parea ca i se garuase creierul, scurgandu-i-se substan?a. Amintirile demult ascunse în str?funduri ?â?neau la suprafa?? ca ?obolanii care fug de pe o corabie care naufragiaz? ?i sar în valuri.

Esos días con vos se recortan del resto de mi vida con la tonalidad de lo ideal: si alguna vez tuviera la desgracia de estar a punto de ahogarme, en la película completa desde mi nacimiento esos días (qué pocos fueron, ¿no?) se destacarían en la oscuridad con tal suficiencia que yo, entre las olas, sonreiría, en vez de luchar».

In my childhood, America was like a religion. Then, real-life Americans abruptly entered my life - in jeeps - and upset all my dreams.

Uno, me aventuro, es los libros que ha leído, la pintura que ha visto, la música escuchada y olvidada, las calles recorridas. Uno es su niñez, su familia, unos cuantos amigos, algunos amores, bastantes fastidios. Uno es una suma mermada por infinitas restas

Quand on vieillit, on se rend compte que tout a eu de l'importance.

Awaken from the slumber of despair, as the heart repairs and memories dance to the song called time

Dance for today, tomorrow and the bygone, and when you do, celebrate the moment

He took the diary from Mother's hand and turned it over. The heartbreaking something, he read, of a tragic whatever.

Do not hurry as you walk with grief; it does not help the journey. Walk slowly, pausing often: do not hurry as you walk with grief. Be not disturbed by memories that come unbidden. Swiftly forgive; and let Christ speak for you unspoken words. Unfinished conversation will be resolved in him. Be not disturbed. Be gentle with the one who walks with grief. If it is you, be gentle with yourself. Swiftly forgive; walk slowly, pausing often. Take time, be gentle as you walk with grief.

It's not magic. I remember because I make comparisons. Not in terms of better or worse, just different. And not all of these memories are great, but they're mine. Which lends way to believe, that none of our lives are put together on an assembly line. We're not pre-packaged with memories or programmed with stories. We have to make our own.

After four years of playing [the school fight song] for every pep rally, at the start of every half of every football game, after every score, at the end of the game, and at random times when the team needed a boost, it was forever drilled into my psyche.

In front of us, the ocean stretched for eternity. Around us, reggae mussy floated through the air. In our drying clothes and still-damp hair, we ate junk food and talked. At some point we finished and went for a long walk in the sand. We picked up shells, laughed, and talked. Before I knew it, the sun was going down and we went back to the van. We lay side by side, stretched out on the blanket. When the sun dropped completely below the horizon, we let the moon illuminate us.

My ma says a rock lasts forever, but people don't, and that's what makes them more precious.

Rin slept inside the oak's thought. Its own memories of weather and growth continued to hum, and like a pond, its stillness reflected back herself.

Another universal truth is that endings trump beginnings. Charlotte's memories of James began to warp and darken, like photographs held too close to heat, till all his past kindnesses were tainted by how he'd ultimately hurt her. James had been sweet at first only to make her ache all the more when he wasn't.

She closed the book and put her cheek against it. There was still an odor of a library on it, of dust, leather, binding glue, and old paper, one book carrying the smell of hundreds.

He nods, looking through the pictures on the screen on the back of his camera. Some relationships can only exist as memories. But unlike ephemeral digital images that can be sorted and deleted, we can't erase the past. We have to learn to live with all the images that are stored in love's archive, memories tagged good and bad. No Photoshopping. Accept the negative before moving forward.

I ran into a friend of yours today," he told her. "Oh, yeah?" "Tall. Hot. Batshit crazy?

No matter what happens to me you better keep playing soccer. And kiss a few guys for me. What the heck, kiss a lot of guys for me! [pp.127]

I am made of my memories.

We're always living days we can never get back. So we make new ones. That's all.

I have lived my life so frightened of pain it's been paralyzing. I hate pain, but I hate fear more, and I've eaten fear every day of my life because of the Forgetting.