Quotes About Memories

When Nature Neuroscience published Dias's study on memories of smells, they put a picture of Lamarck on the cover, complete with a thatch of gray hair and a high cravat. New

No llores porque ya se terminó... sonríe porque sucedió.

Supe entonces que dedicaría cada minuto que nos quedaba juntos a hacerla feliz, a reparar el daño que le había hecho y a devolverle lo que nunca supe darle. Estas páginas serás nuestra memoria hasta que su último aliento se apague en mis brazos y la acompañe mar adentro, donde rompe la corriente, para sumergirme con ella para siempre y poder al fin huir a un lugar donde ni el cielo ni el infierno nos puedan encontrar jamás.

Pocas cosas marcan tanto a un lector como el primer libro que realmente se abre camino hasta su corazón. Aquellas primeras imágenes, el eco de esas palabras que creemos haber dejado atrás, nos acompañan toda la vida y esconden un palacio en nuestra memoria al que, tarde o temprano –no importa cuántos libros leamos, cuántos mundos descubramos, cuánto aprendamos u olvidemos–, vamos a regresar.

He was a very private person, and sometimes it seemed to me that he was no longer interested in the world or in other people... I got the feeling that Julián was living in the past, locked in his memories. Julián lived within himself, for his books and inside them - a comfortable prison of his own design. You say this as if you envied him. There are worse prisons than words.

Aquella noche Mijail me contó que él creía que la vida nos concede a cada uno de nosotros unos escasos momentos de pura felicidad. A veces son sólo dias o semanas. A veces, años. Todo depende de nuestra fortuna. El recuerdo de esos momentos nos acompaña para siempre y se transforma en un país de la memoria al que tratamos de regresar durante el resto de nuestra vida sin consegurilo.

All true stories begin and end in a cemetery.

Siempre había pensado que las viejas estaciones de ferrocarril eran uno de los pocos lugares mágicos que quedaban en el mundo. En ellas se mezclaban los fantasmas de recuerdos y despedidas con el inicio de cientos de viajes a destinos lejanos, sin retorno. Si algun dia me pierdo, que me busquen en una estación de tren, pensé.

That's what happens when people reach old age; nobody remembers they've been bastards too.

Death does that: it makes everyone feel sentimental. When we stand in front of a coffin, we all see only what is good or what we want to see.

It's only worth staying in bed if you're young and in good company.

Los artistas viven en el futuro o en el pasado; nunca en el presente. Germán vive de recuerdos. Es todo cuanto tiene

Una de las trampas de la infancia es que no hace falta comprender algo para sentirlo. Para cuando la razón es capaz de entender lo sucedido, las heridas en el corazón ya son demasiado profundas.

Whoever said that childhood is the happiest time of your life is a liar, or a fool.

I leaned over to cover him with the blanket he had been promising to give away to charity for years, and I kissed his forehead, as if by doing so I could protect him from the invisible threads that kept him away from me, from that tiny apartment, and from my memories. As if I believed that with that kiss I could deceive time and convince it to pass us by, to return some other day, some other life.

The memories we bury under mountains of silence are the ones that never stop haunting us.

Me crié entre libros, haciendo amigos invisibles en páginas que se deshacían en polvo y cuyo olor aún conservo en las manos

There's nothing here. Nothing at all.' Marina gave me a look that I could not fathom. 'You're wrong,' she said. 'The memories of hundreds of people lie here. Their lives, their feelings, their expectations, their absence, the dreams that never came true for them, the disappointments, the deceptions and the unrequited loves that poisoned their existence... All that is here, trapped for ever.

Now he knew that any memories he might cherish during the last years of his life would be only fictions from a biography he'd never lived.

Baje a la orilla y me senté en la arena, donde años atrás había esparcido las cenizas de Marina. La misma luz de aquel día encendió el cielo y sentí su presencia, intensa. Comprendí que ya no podía ni quería huir más. Había vuelto a casa.

Don't you remember? Life is waiting for us...' ' I'm waiting for you... Memories are all I have waiting for me.

Aryami Bose's home had been closed up for years, inhabited only by books and paintings, but the spectre of thousands of memories imprisoned between its walls still permeated the house.

Te mi je no?i Mijail rekao da on misli da nam život svima priskrbi nekoliko rijetkih trenutaka ?iste sre?e. Katkad je to samo nekoliko dana ili tjedana. Katkad godine. Sve ovisi o našoj sudbini. Uspomena na te trenutke prati nas zauvijek i pretvara se u zemlju uspomena u koju se pokušavamo vratiti ostatak života, bezuspješno.

Now he understood. He had dreamed about her countless times, on that same staircase, with that same blue dress and that same movement of her ash-grey eyes, without knowing who she was or why she smiled at him.