Quotes About Memories

Partid los días de año entre las que ahí encontráis. Uno para enamorarlas, otro para conseguirlas, otro para abandonarlas, dos para sustituirlas, y una hora para olvidarlas.

Nadidilidili ko na ang umaga ay nilalang upang ihanda sa pagtatamasa ng kasiyahan sa kinahapunan at ang gabi'y upang mangarap at magsaya sa mga alaalang pumupukaw ng damdamin. -Salome

I knew damn well that nobody's ever really happy, or happy on time, since happiness belongs to the past.

Dear Brian, You have helped me through so much these past four years. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be who I am today. I mean that in a good way. I can't begin to thank you for the many ways you've affected my life so I won't even try. Just know that whatever happens in the future, you will always be a part of me. I hope that you and I remain friends for the rest of our lives... If only we had more time in which to be young. Love, Michael

No matter under what circumstances you leave it, home does not cease to be home. No matter how you lived there-well or poorly.

Goodbye, brothers! You were a good crowd. As good a crowd as ever fisted with wild cries the beating canvas of a heavy foresail; or tossing aloft, invisible in the night, gave back yell for yell to a westerly gale.

She passed the needle to the doctor And for once I knew what to do And held her head against mine. I cleaved to that smell And lied into her ear That it would be all right. The veterinarian, whom I'd fought About when to do this thing Said through tears That it would only take a few minutes As if that were not a long time But there was no cry or growl, Only the weight of her in my arms, And then on the world. - Bruce Weigl in the poem May

There'll be a hot time in the old town tonight.

Lotta people don't realize when you grow up with people, you have an affinity, a relationship you don't get with anyone else. After you're twenty years old, anyone you meet after that, it's different from the people you knew before.

Ferdinand a des yeux plus dilatés qu'à l'ordinaire, ils sont baignés d'une eau nouvelle. Mon frère non plus n'a pas tout à fait le même visage que tout à l'heure, peut-être ne retrouverons-nous jamais nos visages d'autrefois.

How does anyone sleep?" "You don't hear them after a while," Martin said." You get used to it." Maybe Martin had, new to Berlin. But what about the others, who remembered huddling in shelters every night , waiting to die, listening to the engine sounds how near?-the whining thrust as the nose was pulled up, free of the weight of it bombs, now floating somewhere overhead.

Your conscious experiences are personal. They are yours, and could not exist without you. And a major fact that makes them personal is that they are experienced and interpreted through the lens of your memories. Conscious experiences, including experiences of fear and anxiety, are colored by memory.

The therapy thus starts by identifying negative appraisals, memories, trigger stimuli, and cognitive and behavioral factors that preserve symptoms. Then the therapist helps the client modify the excessive negative appraisals, elaborate the memories, discriminate triggers that lead to reexperiencing them, and eliminate cognitive and behavioral avoidance.

you can hate a place with all your heart and soul and still be homesick for it.

Ja tu patieš?m grib?tu pamest savu nepaciet?go meiteni, ja m?su mazais m?las st?sts j?noglab? k?d? kambar?t?, ko atcer?sies tikai dažreiz, es tom?r v?l?šos to kambar?ti un došos turp reizi pa reizei gluži k? uz istabi?u k?d? vec? viesn?c? j?ras krast?, kur divi gr?cinieki dar?ja to, ko nedr?kst?ja.

I learned later that the surgeon who put Dole back together after he was so badly injured in World War II was an Armenian whose family had deep memories of the genocidal campaign the Turks had waged against them.

It was as if he had only just now lost his homeland and in it Menuchim, the most faithful of all the dead, the farthest away of all the dead, the closest of all the dead.

She thought of Flametail, her shy, sweet-tempered ginger kit, always eager to help his Clanmates, who'd grown to be a medicine cat and then drowned in icy waters; of Dawnpelt, who'd as a kit been fierce and playful by turns, who'd left ShadowClan for the Kin and been murdered by Darktail. And of stubborn, good-hearted Tigerstar. Her kits meant everything to her, too, and now Tigerstar was the only one left.

Mourning Micah again won't change anything. He'd be proud I came here. This felt like his tree now.

Looking down at the foaming white water, he remembered how Bluestar had hurled herself over, taking with her the leader of the dog pack. Firestar had plunged in to save her; he shivered at the memory of the roar of water in his ears, the weight of his soaking fur, the exhaustion in his legs as he tried to swim with Bluestar's body gripped in his teeth.

Fireheart could not stop the words from tumbling out even though he knew the old medicine cat's breathing had faded into everlasting silence. Yellowfang was dead.

Floss is dead.

Graystripe had been with Silverstream.

My old life wasn't bad, but it's over, and I'm glad.