Quotes About Memories

creo que estoy empezando a entender el concepto de terminar. No es un gran dramático antes y después. Es más como una melancólica sensación de que estás llegando al fin de unas vacaciones realmente buenas. Algo especial está terminando, y estás triste, pero no puede estar triste porque, oye, fue bueno mientras duró, y habrá otras vacaciones, otros buenos momentos.

Sometimes I'll watch a movie all over again to recapture that feeling of being inside something real.

It's a good thing Kerry's dead, because that funeral would've sent him over the edge," Henry said.

You meet people, you part ways, sometimes you cross paths again. Mostly, you don't.

Ahora lo sé. Me gustaría hacer esa promesa mil veces y perderme mil veces de haberla escuchado tocar ayer por la noche o para verla en el sol de la mañana. O incluso sin eso. Sólo para saber que ella está en algún lugar. Viva.

At the start of the trip, I took shots of the sights. The Colosseum. Belvedere Palace. Mozart Square. But I stopped. They never came out very well, and you could get postcards of these things. But there are no postcards of this. Of life.

quiero estar por encima de esto. Quiero que todos esos recuerdos desaparezcan o sean suplantados por algo más, que dejen de perseguirme.

But I'd do it again. I know that now. I'd make that promise a thousand times over and lose her a thousand times over to have heard her play last night or to see her in the morning sunlight. Or even without that. Just to know that she's somewhere out there. Alive.

We drank Pepsi out of these old-fashioned bottles that Dad had found at some ancient country store, and I swear they tasted better than the regular kind.

There are pictures of Kim and Mia from high school and one of the two of them posing on top of the Empire State Building—a jolting reminder that their relationship wasn't truncated, they have a history of which I know nothing.

An image of Mia flashes before my eyes. Seventeen years old, those dark eyes full of love, intensity, fear, music, sex, magic, grief.

We'll make it a blowout like in the olden days." "When dinosaurs roamed the earth?" Teddy asked. "Exactly," Dad said. "When dinosaurs roamed the earth and your mom and I were young.

The weather turned cool a few weeks later, and that winter was when Mia had her accident. So that actually turned out to be the last time I went camping. But even if it weren't, I still think it would be the best trip of my life. Whenever I remember it, I just picture our tent, a little ship glowing in the night, the sounds of Mia's and my whispers escaping like musical notes, floating out on a moonlit sea.

Our band had perfected the art of punk-rock camping, throwing a bunch of crap into the van with, like, an hour's notice and just driving out into the mountains, where we'd drink beer, burn food, jam on our instruments around the campfire, and sack out under the open sky.

My husband used to say that scars were like tattoos but with better stories." "I

Mom and I made three pies with wild blackberries that Teddy and I had picked.

Algunos amores son imperecederos. Sobre todo si ocurren en París.

And the memories of my life as it was, and the flashes of it as it might be, are coming so fast and furious. I feel like I can no longer keep up with them but they keep coming and everything is colliding, until I cannot take it anymore. Until I cannot be like this one second longer. There is a blinding flash, a pain that rips through me for one searing instant, a silent scream from my broken body. For the first time, I can sense how fully agonizing staying will be.

And eventually your loss normalizes—it integrates into part of your everyday life and you find yourself three or five years later doing okay, changed but . . . but still able to hear your friends' voices, still telling stories about them, still thinking of them every day.

Pienso en todas las voces que arman barullo en mi cabeza, voces que no son más que versiones mayores, más jóvenes o simplemente mejores de mí mismo, estoy seguro. A veces, cuando las cosas iban realmente mal, he tratado de llamarla a ella, de conseguir que me respondiera, pero nunca lo he conseguido. Sólo logro captarme a mí mismo. Si quiero oír su voz, tengo que recurrir a los recuerdos. Al menos eso no me falta.

unlock hidden memories. Some trauma is just too much for the conscious mind to handle and you have to go in through a back door to access it. So I reluctantly submitted to a few sessions. It wasn't what I thought it would be. No swinging amulet, no metronome. It was more like those guided imagery exercises they'd sometimes have us do at camp.

And right above that, in the blockish scrawl that would become so familiar to Bug over the years, the letter was signed with the only name Bug would ever now her best friend as, the person he was - the person he would always be. The letter was signed: Love, Frankie

The day is ending; it's not coming back.

Adoram fotografiile alea. Intotdeauna iti taiau capul pe jumatate sau erau intunecate de degetul cuiva, dar pareau sa prinda ceva veritabil.