Quotes About Memories

I have such incredible experiences in my life.

I'd have to say the whole experience in making The Neverending Story. I had an incredible time.

I'm incredibly sad that my mother's not here to see my kids and that my kids don't get to know her. And she didn't meet my husband. That's one of the hardest things. I don't even know how to put that into words.

I was 7 years old when the '80s began and 17 years old when they ended, so it was an incredibly formative decade for me.

I remember being led to a shed by my father for the unveiling of a beautiful bicycle, equipped with stabilizers, on Christmas Day. I must have been four or five and realized that this was my first ride into independence.

Many Anglo-Indians who had lived through the last days of the Raj were old, and I felt it was important to meet them and record their memories of what life had been like for them under the British and how it had changed after India's independence.

I'm lucky because I remember my dad showing me 'Independence Day,' and I loved it.

When I die India will be found engraved on my heart.

When I was a kid, my grandfather used to watch Bollywood films. There's a lot of colour and vibrancy to the Indian films.

Und du? Kommst du manchmal an diesen Ort Und trauerst dem Kuss nach, den wir uns nicht gegeben haben?

Les vieux n'ont pas seulement soixante-dix ans, ils ont encore leurs dix ans, et aussi leurs vingt annsm et puis trente et puis quarante et puis cinquante et en prime les quatre-vingts piges qu'ils voient déjà poindre

A light wind blew through here that carried with it scents of sadness and loss, not recognizable odors but smells that corresponded to nothing, chimerical fragrances able to evoke melancholic memories.

Al secondo appuntamento Fulvia gli disse che scriveva benissimo. «Sono... discreto». «Meravigliosamente, ti dico. Sai che farò la prima volta che andrò a Torino? Comprerò un cofanetto per conservarci le tue lettere. Le conserverò tutte e mai nessuno le vedrà. Forse le mie nipoti, quando avranno questa mia età». E lui non poté dir niente, oppresso dall'ombra della terribile possibilità che le nipoti di Fulvia non fossero anche le sue.

There might have been a sky of blue for me and you We'll never know There might have been a garden, too, where roses grew We'll never know We might have built a castle high For you were young and so was I But we just kissed and said "Goodbye" And so We'll never know

September tries its best to have us forget summer.

Nobody lived in Eden anymore.

He remembered how satisfied he had been as a youngster, and that with the little he had had - a dog, a stick, an aloneness he loved (which did not bleed him like his later loneliness), and he wished he could have lived longer in his boyhood. This was an old thought with him.

I wish you were around to be her grandma, to tell her what it was like for you growing up, and stories about me from when I was too young to remember

Roland was one of the lucky hedonists to survive El Diablo which swooped in to kill so many of them So many deaths ruined any sense of nostalgia, sadly, remembering the past also meant Remembering the Dead

This is one of the pleasures of a lifelong friendship: so many of your memories are shared.

Is this what sadness is all about? Is it what comes over us when beautiful memories shatter in hindsight because the remembered happiness fed not just on actual circumstances but on a promise that was not kept?

Desires, memories, fears, passions form labyrinths in which we lose and find and then lose ourselves again.

Je moet niet teruggaan naar plaatsen van vroeger. Dan vernietig je die gloed, de kern van je herinneringen.

Of those cities will remain what passed through them, the wind!