Quotes About Memories

Since the lovely morning of that day, we were sweethearts.

El día que te fuiste entendí que no te volvería a ver. Ibas teñida de rojo por el sol de la tarde, por el crepúsculo ensangrentado del cielo; Sonreías. Dejabas atrás un pueblo del que muchas veces me dijiste: 'Lo quiero por ti; pero lo odio por todo lo demás, hasta por haber nacido en él'. Pensé: 'No regresará jamás; no volverá nunca.

There you'll find the place I love most in the world. The place where I grew thin from dreaming. My village, rising from the plain. Shaded with trees and leaves like a piggy bank filled with memories. You'll see why a person would want to live there forever. Dawn, morning, mid-day, night: all the same, except for the changes in the air. The air changes the color of things there. And life whirs by as quiet as a murmur...the pure murmuring of life.

When Addy died and her will decreed

The influences of our childhood and youth cannot be underestimated, I believe: those are the experiences that shape us, far beyond their immediate power

Perhaps we should always say that instead of 'old'. How gone are you? I'm thirty years gone.

When you lose your parents, the sadness doesn't go away. It just changes. It hits you sideways sometimes instead of head-on. Like now.

She couldn't see the homemade colored sprinkles, the tender yellow cake, or the pale pink frosting made with strawberry syrup enhanced with a little rosewater. Although our local strawberries weren't in season yet, I had conjured the aroma and taste of juicy berries warmed by the sun. I hoped this flavor would help the two old people return once more to their youth and the carefree feeling of a summer day.

You see a lady sitting there and she's not doing anything and you tend to forget that of course she wasn't always a little old lady. There's all this colored stuff inside her, it's all inside, bubbling.

Anyone who could remember the heyday of the cocktail party probably doesn't.

You will soon discover that in matters of the heart, memories are much kinder than reality

Once in a young lifetime one should be allowed to have as much sweetness as one can possibly want and hold.

Our finger prints don't fade from the lives we touch.

Like my mother said, you can't go back to holding hands

you can't deny they ever happened. You can't deny you ever loved them, love them still, even if loving them causes you pain

We are friends for life. When we're together the years fall away. Isn't that what matters? To have someone who can remember with you? To have someone who remembers how far you've come?

Summer was a forever season, and held no pain.

My father's death was the most terrible thing that happened to me in my life.

Love is an ugly, terrible business practiced by fools. It'll trample your heart and leave you bleeding on the floor. And what does it really get you in the end? Nothing but a few incredible memories that you can't ever shake.

Modernist design at large has housed the intellect and the eye, but it has left the body and the other senses, as well as our memories, imagination and dreams, homeless.

I must leave all that! Farewell, dear paintings that I have loved so much and which have cost me so much.

the important people in our lives leave imprints. they may die or go in the physical realm, but they are always there in your heart, because they helped form your heart

Oh! Old rubbish! Old letters, old clothes, old objects that one does not want to throw away. How well nature has understood that, every year, she must change her leaves, her flowers, her fruit and her vegetables, and make manure out of the mementos of her year!

Oh ! Les vieilleries ! Vieilles lettres, vieux vêtements, vieux objets dont on ne veut pas se débarrasser. Comme la Nature a bien compris que, tous les ans, elle doit changer de feuilles, de fleurs, de fruits et de légumes, et faire du fumier avec les souvenirs de son année ! (19 octobre 1906)