Quotes About Memories

Und der einzige wirklich beschwingte Glücksmoment, den ich der Schule zu danken habe, wurde der Tag, da ich ihre Tür für immer hinter mir zuschlug.

La niñez, pálida, perdida, anodina. Padre y madre, el hermano, la esposa. Tres migajas de amistad, dos copas de placer, un sueño de gloria, un zurrón de agravios. Fogosas, embisten por sus venas las imágenes de la juventud perdida.

Cuando abría los ojos en la oscuridad y sentía que estabas a mi lado, me asombraba de no ver el firmamento por encima de nosotros, hasta tal punto me sentía como en el cielo. No, nunca me he arrepentido, amor mío, de aquella noche. Aún recuerdo cómo dormías, cómo sentía tu respiración, tu cuerpo, y cómo lloré de felicidad en la penumbra.

Iss?z bir parkta karlar içinde Ar?yor geçmiÅŸi iki gölge.

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.

My salad days, when I was green in judgment.

Und dann der Herbst! Unausstehlich, wenn man selber herbstelt! Alte Bunker erspähte ich, bröckelnde Mauern, erste gelbe Blätter, Morgennebel, Abendrauch. In früheren Jahren war bei mir das erste Anzeichen von Herbst immer eine Nachdenklichkeit, ein frommes Gefühl, eine Bereitschaft zu dienendem Fleiß Ã¢â'¬â€œ natürlich eine Spätfolge aus der Schulzeit! Im Herbst wurden neue, glatte, saubere Hefte angefangen, die erste Seite immer in Schönschrift.

In love, unlike most other passions, the recollection of what you have had and lost is always better than what you can hope for in the future.

Thoughts are the images, memories, beliefs, judgments, and reflections that float through your mind and often give rise to your feelings.

Protest hovered on her tongue. No, don't divest yourself of Daddy's things…don't forget the life you had with him…don't forget who you are. Instead she simply stared at an unfamiliar, sophisticated version of her mother and wondered how much more of her she would lose before this situation ended.

The problem with having loved, however briefly, he thought reflectively, is that you can't ever get back to yourself just as you were before. It changes you.

My brother got a .22 for his 12th birthday I got a .22. He got a hunting knife I got a hunting knife.

El pasado no se marcha del todo, sino que persiste. Se puede hasta tocar y ver sus restos; y en el medida en que perviven los recuerdos, el pasado es presente. No se puede decir lo mismo del futuro. No está presente de ninguna forma. Puede ser, pero aún no ha llegado. Cuando llega es el presente, pero sólo de manera efímera, hasta convertirse en el pasado. El futuro nunca se puede agarrar con las manos.

Maybe, just maybe, those six balls are a scarf and hat that get tucked away for years and long after I'm gone someone pulls them out and says, "Remember how Grammy was with all the wool? Remember how she knit all the time?" fingering the soft wool and pondering who I was and what I did while I was here.

Nostalgia is best cured via horse whipping.

Baby, don't build a monument for me of your sadness. You wouldn't have wasted your tears when I was alive. Why make an ocean of them now when it's over? The future you dreamed is a dream. Dream something else.

The truth is you never can leave home. You take it with you everywhere you go. It's under your skin. It moves the tongue or slows it, colors the thinking, impedes upon the logic.

To tell the truth I cannot call my childhood bad. In your childhood you can't compare things: one eats carrots, one eats candy, both taste good. As a child you cannot tell the difference.

I'm one of six children. I'd love to sound educated and say I dive into a good book when I'm there, but in truth, I spend time with the kids playing cards, ping-pong, and board games.

There's a ton of truth in Flannery O'Connor's notion that "Anybody who has survived his childhood has enough information about life to last him the rest of his days."

They spoke truth and a lot of people listened.... that voice, Kurt we miss you.

To tell the truth, fishermen remain always boys as far as their amusement goes.

The truth is that everybody has a past and everybody has an ex.

The truth is I suppose that a tour lays in a great stock of thought and spirits for the future; the fatigue and drawbacks of actual travelling are forgotten and a bright residuum remains.