Quotes About Memories

The echoes of childhood torments have great power, even when not brought to mind in such an inexplicable and horrifying way.

The smell of home was indistinguishable from the smell of leaving home: each inhalation a mix of familiarity and fear.

Patrik zrozumiaÅ', ?e trzeba po?egna? siÄ™ z marzeniami. OczywiÅ›cie potem kochaÅ' siÄ™ w innych, a kiedy ?eniÅ' siÄ™ z Karin, byÅ' nawet przekonany, ?e do?yje z niÄ… pó?nej staroÅ›ci. Mimo to gdzieÅ› z tyÅ'u gÅ'owy zawsze koÅ'ataÅ'a mu siÄ™ myÅ›l o Erice. Czasem ta myÅ›l byÅ'a nieobecna przez wiele miesiÄ™cy, a czasem wracaÅ'a po kilka razy dziennie.

Reunion with the mother is a siren call haunting our imagination. Once there was bliss, and now there is struggle. Dim memories of life before the traumatic separation of birth may be the source of Arcadian fantasies of a lost golden age.

While almost everything that surrounds us in life gets old and wears out, stories, like our very souls, don't age.

he was juggling issues and solving problems, which was why his brain had no space left for memories.

And then he was there, staring at me from behind the screen door. I'd like to say he no longer affected me, that seeing him was a disappointment. But it wasn't true. I felt as strongly about him as I had on that first day I'd seen him in calculus class.

We just have to accept that people are going to stay in our hearts, even when they don't stay in our lives.

Abbey hopped off my handlebars

his mother wanted him closer to home. The funeral had been

Look, I'll tell you the whole story, everything, but first let me dry off and put on some clothes, please?' 'No, you stay right there.' The man rose and reached for the toilet paper. 'In my experience,' he said, hoisting his checkered kilt, 'men who are buck naked and scared nutless tend to be more forthcoming. They tend to have better memories.

He sought a way to preserve the past. John Hershel was one of the founders of a new form of time travel.... a means to capture light and memories. He actually coined a word for it... photography. When you think about it, photography is a form of time travel. This man is staring at us from across the centuries, a ghost preserved by light.

The past is a bucket of ashes

I take you and pile high the memories. Death will break her claws on some I keep.

I don't know what the beach of Laguna is like now but in the thirties it was a fine place to pass summer days. There was constant volleyball, there was surfing and surfers, there was an artist colony and there was so on and so forth and all of it was delightful. It seems to me that the best part of all was riding our bikes up the canyon at first dark in those days when the sky was still a poem. And

Memories do not change, and change is the law of existence. If our dead, the closest, the most beloved, were to return to us after a long absence and instead of the old, familiar trees were to find in our souls English gardens and stone walls -- that is to say, other loves, other tastes, other interests, they would gaze upon us sadly and tenderly for a moment, wiping away their tears, and then return to their tombs to rest.

Los recuerdos no cambian y cambiar es ley de todo lo existente.

Sabía por advertencia del corazón que es peligroso el enfrentarse a las cosas sobre las cuales, desde lejos, ponemos a reposar nuestros recuerdos.

Some men still haven't come home from this war. And some men never will.

The decisions that we write off as momentary, insignificant, incidental, everyday encounters are exactly when we have a chance to define ourselves. To find beauty. To engage the world around us. To create memories.

I believe that first love is a thorny issue, filled with anticipation and hopes and expectations that are usually dashed by realities of life. It is most difficult to accept the end of the first love someone bears for another. And when that first love is not returned, it is the most difficult to forget

It was the nature of things, of course. Life went on. The best you could do was to hold on to the memories that were important to you, so that even if everyone else forgot, you would remember.

A building is a home if the people who inhabit it have memories and love and a place in the world. Otherwise, it is just a building, a shelter against the elements, and it can never be anything more.

Mostly, kids were expected to entertain themselves and stay out of their parents' hair. To that end, you were sent outside to play at the drop of a hat. It wasn't an option; it was a standing mandate. If there wasn't a winter blizzard or a spring rainstorm or a summer heat wave, you went outside and stayed outside until the next mealtime came around.