Quotes About Memories

The more vast the amount of time we've left behind us, the more irresistible is the voice calling us to return to it. This pronouncement seems to state the obvious and yet it is false. Men grow old, the end grows near, each moment becomes more and more valuable and there is no time to waste on recollection. It's important to understand the mathematical paradox in nostalgia, that it is most powerful in early youth , when the volume of life that has passed is quite small.

an old villa surrounded by a garden looked to them like the image of a comforting home, the dream of an idyll long past.

I understood that there was no escaping the memories, that I was surround by them.

É verdade que os cupins da redução desde sempre atacam a vida humana: até o maior amor acaba se reduzindo a um esqueleto de lembranças raquíticas.

The Greek word for "return" is nostos. Algos means "suffering." So nostalgia is the suffering caused by an unappeased yearning to return.

Para um amor se tornar inesquecível é preciso que, desde o primeiro momento, os acasos se reúnam nele como os pássaros nos ombros de São Francisco de Assis.

Il pensait à autre chose : voilà la vraie et seule raison d'être de l'amitié : procurer un miroir dans lequel l'autre peut contempler son image d'autrefois qui, sans l'éternel bla-bla de souvenirs entre copains, se serait effacée depuis longtemps.

One day we'll be glad to have the pictures...

Los recuerdos tristes también lo atan a uno. —¿A qué lo atan? ¿A quedarse en el mismo sitio en el que nació? No entiendo cómo alguien puede hablar de libertad y no liberarse de semejante carga. Es como si el árbol pudiera tener su hogar en un sitio en el que no puede crecer. El hogar del árbol está allí donde encuentra humedad para vivir.

Se dijo que se marchaba en unos días en que los bosques ardían, y su vida y sus recuerdos se consumían en aquellas llamas maravillosas y despiadadas. ¿Debía sufrir por no sufrir? ¿Debía quizá sentir nostalgia por no sentir nostalgia.

Sometimes I just play the theme from Arthur. It reminds me of my childhood in New York and I just love it.

My love for animals started before I can remember.

We become imprisoned by our memories, and that makes our lives wretched.

For those that were never wounded by love, they will never be able to say: "I lived". Because they haven't.

I always wish I could go back and see the people that I love as children.

Park was never going to love her more than he did on the day they said goodbye. And she couldn't bear to think of him loving her less.

I guess, on my list, going back to some old American stuff and British stuff that I used to love in the '80s, would be a British show called Dad's Army, which recently just turned into a movie.

The love we'd shared always burned within me, no matter how often I told myself to move on, no matter how much the world did think I'd moved on.

But the answer is simple. Love is a mix tape.

I will always love the Clash, because I loved them so much when I was fourteen, and I love how you can start a conversation with almost literally any dude about the Clash.

One great love in a single lifetime was enough for anyone.

The first experience can never be repeated. The first love, the first sun-rise, the first South Sea Island, are memories apart, and touched a virginity of sense.

To know, to esteem, to love,-and then to part, Makes up life's tale to many a feeling heart.

I will become an old, wrinkly lady one day and what will matter are my friends and my family and people who love me.