Quotes About Memories

Mortality was the realm of deceit; the sordid room of horror hid in the house of the living, its walls crusted and streaked, dark stains on the warped floor. Dust crowded the corners, dust made of skin flakes and snarls of hair, nail clippings and clots of phlegm. Every house had its secret room, where memories howled in the thick silence.

Innocence,' she whispered. The one thing we all leave behind, alas. The one thing we all walk away from, sooner or later. Oh yes, you can look back and call it ignorance instead. But you do that because you've forgotten what you lost.

I watched Italia '90 with my Mum and Dad and my brother, you know, leaping around the house when the penalties were on... It would be great to be part of that, to have that kind of impact.

I decide to make the most of the time we got left before she gets too big for this small town.

He walks through the house of his past, hoping he'll find the right door, hoping he'll find the key.

She taught me what's important, and what isn't. And I've never forgotten. And that's what mothers do, I say.

We're all stories, in the end.

the stars. They were yesterday's confetti in the sky, thrown away by a billion careless lovers.

I was making a lot of 8mm home movies, since I was twelve, making little dramas and comedies with the neighborhood kids.

My dad took me to my first movie.

I don't really have a schedule of when I want to show my children my movies.

The best time of my life has been the three instances where I have been there for the birth of my children. That is, nothing [else] has ever come close.

When I was little my grandfather one Christmas gave me a box of broken glass. He gave my brother a box of Band-Aids, and said, "You two share."

When I was a kid we had a quicksand box. I was an only child, eventually.

I had a friend who was a clown. When he died, all his friends went to the funeral in one car.

Music, at its essence, is what gives us memories. And the longer a song has existed in our lives, the more memories we have of it.

I don't like coming home. It keeps me from being nostalgic, which by nature I am. Even before the plane begins its descent, I find myself dreading the questions left unanswered by my childhood.

Like a funeral, a birthday wasn't yours but for the people who loved you.

There's nothing to do. You've been in the business long enough to understand grief. That's the awful thing: there is nothing to do but go on. You don't want to, you don't want to leave the loved one behind, but you do. Death's taught you that much at least.

De tijden en de smaak zijn veranderd en de mensen ook. Men moet, ik herhaal het, nooit trachten een geliefde kennis uit lang verleden tijden terug te zien - nooit trachten iets te herleven van 't geen voorbij is. Le passé a ses mirages, maar laat u er niet door begoochelen.

For to sit in a room full of books, and remember the stories they told you, and to know precisely where each one is located and what was happening in your life at time or where you were when you first read it is the languid and distilled pleasure of the connoisseur.

You'll remember me when the west wind moves Upon the fields of barley You can tell the sun in his jealous sky When we walked in fields of gold

I walked to Seward School first through fourth grade. It's just amazing to me now that we'd walk down 10th Avenue on Capitol Hill.

And I remember as a second or third grader having some autonomy to go to the store if I felt like it, walk home, take my time, kick the can. We were on our own schedule after school, so that was cool.