Quotes About Memories

When I was a kid, the only way I saw movies was from the back seat of my family's car at the drive-in.

Anh ch? dành t?ng m?ng s?ng c?a mình cho nh?ng kho?nh kh?c b? ?ánh c?p; th?n ch?t ?ã b?t ch??c anh, mang anh ?i th?t quá nhanh chóng.

Si apoi, in clipa despartirii, ne cuprinde deodata emotia. Ne stapanim lacrimile, dar ele ne curg pe dinauntru. N-am sa-i mai aud rasul de copil. De el se va bucura, atunci cand o va face sa rada, cel care mi-a luat locul.

Demasiados recuerdos, demasiadas cosas que olvidar, borrar todo eso constitiye un duro trabajo, habrá que vivir muchos momentos hermosos para reemplazar los anteriores

I tell my piano the things I used to tell you

Camminando, ci si ricorda soltanto dei propri sogni.

By the time dusk fell, he was back in his room. The last of the daylight lay like fine ashes on the roof-tops. He did not light his lamp, but sat by the fireplace in the dark, seeking in the far distance of his past some vague memory of a love-affair, some recollection of a friendship, with which to soften the hard tyranny of isolation.

Her dreams took up a sharper precision of outline. She sought deliberately in her past for facts long since forgotten, for lips that from afar she had adored, for bodies vaguely recognized which chance meetings and the random happenings of dream had brought into innocent contact with her own. She composed a symphony of happiness, invented a world of delights, built up from odds and ends a wholly impossible universe of love.

I left you clean. Purged of all your ghosts. I am the one who has been haunted all my life. Haunted by you.

The past was all around her. She could smell it. It did not feel dead. It felt alive, and as curious about her as she was about it.

They were preparing to become memories.

Her past was getting away from her.

However many years she lived, Mary always felt that 'she should never forget that first morning when her garden began to grow'.

Travel releases spontaneity. You become a godlike creature full or choice, free to visit the stately pleasure domes, make love in the morning, sketch a bell tower, read a history of Byzantium, stare for one hour at the face of Leonardo da Vinci's 'Madonna dei fusi.' You open, as in childhood, and--for a time--receive this world. There's visceral aspect, too--the huntress who is free. Free to go, free to return home bringing memories to lay on the hearth.

Although I am a person who expected to be rooted in one spot forever, as it has turned out I love having the memories of living in many places.

Sometimes you have to travel back in time, skirting the obstacles, in order to love someone.

They say you can't go home again, but the truth is, you have to. You have to sit still in your godforsaken living room and watch the gold sunlight coming through the blinds. You have to hear the tweeting birds and the coughing crows and face the fact that no one else is coming through the front door.

The first trip I remember taking was on the train from Virginia up to New York City, watching the summertime countryside rolling past the window. They used white linen tablecloths in the dining car in those days, and real silver. I love trains to this day. Maybe that was the beginning of my fixation with leisurely modes of travel.

To be able to put your arms around 24 years of music, it's really fun.

Do something special on your birthday. Whatever you do, celebrate the fact that you're here, and that people love you and you love them. We only do this once.

Please, let them be little, 'Cause they're only that way for a while. Give them hope, give them praise, Give them love every day. Let 'em cry, let 'em giggle, Let 'em sleep in the middle, Oh, but let them be little.

We have exchanged love of family and home for cyberfriends and living in constant motion that robs the soul from memories—and perhaps from that still, small voice that longs to be heard.

The legacy we leave is not just in our possessions, but in the quality of our lives.

The Bible takes the word home with all of its tender associations and sacred memories, and applies it to the hereafter and tells us that heaven is home.