Quotes About Memories

Because the story of your life never starts at the beginning.

You know, one meets so many people, the years pass and pass, but there are certain times, certain people— . . . They take up room. So much room. I was married to Howard for twenty-eight years and yet he made only a piddling dent in my memory. A little nick. But certain others, they move in and make themselves at home and start flapping their arms in the story you make of your life. They have a wingspan.

Death ends a life, not a relationship

It is very unkind of you to feel this way. Any woman should properly yield, it seems to me, even a complete stranger, because that is the way of the world.... All I desire is solace from the flood of memories that overwhelms me.

The monotony stirs many bitter recollections

You know, Sandy said, these are supposed to be the happiest days of our lives. Yes, they are always saying that, Jenny said. They say, make the most of your schooldays because you never know what lies ahead of you.

you will have the benefit of my experiences in Italy.

Poi lui la baciò e sentì il sapore del formaggio, intenso e salato, del burro e delle patate. E per la prima volta da molto tempo risero insieme. Mi sei mancata tanto, avrebbe voluto dirle, ma temeva di suonare falso.

Ti amo, Madame Escoffier.» «Ci sono state delle volte in cui l'hai dimenticato.» Non replicò nulla. Era vero e lo sapevano entrambi. «Essere dimenticati è la cosa più triste al mondo», affermò lei.

Laments were as old as verses of love, she knew. They were verses of love. For the departed who will never be met again, for the burned cities.

Sorrow fought with joy in his mind. He was going home, but he had lost Thorgil and Rune forever.

Oh my past! It's such a long time ago now.

I often think there is nothing quite so poignantly sad as old family groups.

There they are, held like flies in the amber of that moment -- click goes the camera and on goes life, the minutes, the days, the years, the decades, taking them further and further from that happiness and promise of youth . . ..

Four years! My heart was glad as birds.

You should pack up your statuary and go home.

But for my part, I did feel very much like i'd just been put against the wall by the most dragonish dinner lady at primary school.

When my father was growing up inside the Old City of Jerusalem, he and his friends liked to trade desserts after diner.

the years we never thought would stick to us have stuck now we are as old as people in the stories

Love may come and go, times without number, but there are no two love experiences which affect one in just the same way.

I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes.

Under the summer roses When the flagrant crimson Lurks in the dusk Of the wild red leaves, Love, with little hands, Comes and touches you With a thousand memories, And asks you Beautiful, unanswerable questions.

Passers-by, Out of your many faces Flash memories to me Now at the day end Away from the sidewalks Where your shoe soles traveled And your voices rose and blent To form the city's afternoon roar Hindering an old silence.

8819Passers-by, Out of your many faces Flash memories to me Now at the day end Away from the sidewalks Where your shoe soles traveled And your voices rose and blent To form the city's afternoon roar Hindering an old silence.