Quotes About Memories

Future joys are like tropical shores; like a fragrant breeze, they extend their innate softness to the immense inland world of past experience, and we are lulled by this intoxication into forgetting the unseen horizons beyond.

I grew up in a hospital and as a child I played in the dissecting room

Ja volim jesen, to je žalosno godišnje doba kao stvoreno za uspomene. Kada stabla više nemaju liš?e, kada nebo zadržava još i u sutonu ri?u šaru koja pozla?uje uvelu travu, slatko je gledati gdje se gasi sve ono što je još nedavno gorjelo u vama.

Rien ne vaut les souvenirs et les illusions de l'adolescence.

Me?utim, ako brojim godine, nije tome davno što sam se rodio, ali imam brojne uspomene koje osje?am kako me tište, kao što tište starce svi dani što su ih proživjeli; ?ini mi se katkada da sam trajao dugim stolje?ima, i da moje bi?e sadržava u sebi ostatke od tisu?u prošlih života.

The tenderness of the old days came back to their hearts, full and silent as the flowing river, with the softness of the perfume of the syringas, and threw across their memories shadows more immense and more sombre than those of the still willows that lengthened out over the grass.

La tendresse des anciens jours leur revenait au coeur, abondante et silencieuse comme la rivière qui coulait, avec autant de mollesse qu'en apportait le parfum des seringas, et projetait dans leur souvenir des ombres plus démesurées et plus mélancoliques que celles des saules immobiles qui s'allongeaient sur l'herbe.

alors, s'appuyant contre le secrétaire, il resta jusqu'au soir perdu dans une rêverie douloureuse. Elle l'avait aimé, après tout.

He remembers with disdain the ignorance of other days, the mediocrity of his dreams. And now those luminous globes he was wont to gaze upon from below are close to him!

J'ai regardé à ma montre, et j'ai calculé combien de temps il me restait à vivre ; j'ai vu que j'avais encore une heure à peine. Il me reste assez de papier sur ma table pour retracer à la hête tous les souvenirs de ma vie et toutes les circonstances qui ont influé sur cet enchaînement stupide et logique de jours et de nuits , de larmes et de rires, qu'on a coutume d'appeler l'existence d'un homme.

Embora ele estivesse separado dela, não a tinha abandonado, estava ali, e as paredes da casa pareciam guardar a sombra dele.

NejsilnÄ›jÅ¡ími komplexy jsou otcovský a mateÃ…â"¢ský komplex. Jsou koncentrátem vaÅ¡eho vztahu s rodi?i. Tyto komplexy ale patÃ…â"¢í pouze vám, jsou vzpomínkou na váÅ¡ vztah s rodi?i, a nic nevypovídají o vaÅ¡ich rodi?ích.

Well, then I will go on, however painful it may be to me to recall those terrible memories. What temptations! What trials! The devil often makes use of the most innocent things to lead a man astray.

Meetings constitute the charm of travelling. Who does not know the joy of coming, five hundred leagues from one's native land, upon a Parisian, a college friend, or a neighbour in the country? Who has not spent a night, unable to sleep, in the little jingling stage-coach of countries where steam is still unknown, beside a strange young woman, half seen by the gleam of the lantern when she clambered into the carriage at the door of a white house in a little town?

Jamais plus nous ne boirons si jeunes.

Thank the people who helped you achieve results before they are gone. You'll regret not doing so if the opportunity passes.

Only victors have stories to tell, we the vanquished were then thought of as cowards and weaklings whose memories and fears should not be remembered.

You carried the past into the future on your back, its knees and arms hugging you tighter with every step.

I am a walking, talking Bombay. … I loved that city then and I love it today.

la belleza. Cuando la verdad y la experiencia no se la mostraron, se volvió hacia la fantasía y la ilusión, hallándola en sus mismos umbrales, entre los nebulosos recuerdos de los cuentos de su niñez y entre los sueños.

You shall have the old home still [adverb, not noun - although Jack was by no means out of sympathy with Stubbs' kind of farm produce].

Memories and possibilities are even more hideous than realities.

A home is not a mere transient shelter: its essence lies in the personalities of the people who live in it.

I never smoked a cigarette until I was nine.