Quotes About Memories

What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined together to strengthen each other in all labour, to minister to each other in all sorrow, to share with each other in all gladness, to be one with each other in the silent unspoken memories?

What greater thing is there for two human souls, than to feel that they are joined for life- to strengthen each other in all labor, to rest on each other in all sorrow, to minister to each other in all pain, to be one with each other in silent unspeakable memories ...

What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined for life? to strengthen each otherto be at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories.

What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined for life? [there] to strengthen each other [and] to be at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories.

There is no hopelessness so sad as that of early youth, when the soul is made up of wants, and has no long memories, no superadded life in the life of others.

What greater thing is there for human souls than to feel that they are joined for life — to be with each other in silent unspeakable memories.

I desire no future that will break the ties with the past.

An old song surfaced in my memories. Love is all you need. Maybe, but in real life love was rarely all you got. Raphael and I also had pride, and guilt, and anger, jealousy and hurt feelings

a small House consisting only of him and my grandmother Victoria.

I chose to not worry about it, I told him. I filed it away into the same place keep things like Earth is a globe & ice floats. I'm aware of it, & when I need it, I'll pull it out & dust it off, ... They are my memories. I decide how to view them...

That's a lovely story," Sean said. "We should go back.

Like a patchwork quilt, I realize now that it's the culmination of small beautiful moments that makes the quilt of our lives so beautiful. And even though we haven't had as much time to create the fabric for the squares of ours, I know without a doubt that I will leave behind an entire quilt of beautiful moments.

No matter how hard they tried, they could never take all their memories with them: the best memories would remain here, between these thin walls.

Un po' più tardi andarono a coricarsi e, nel calore, del letto, assaporarono un amore che non era che l'ombra dell'antico amore, ma che, nutrito dai ricordi del passato, da un'appassionata volontà di oblio, talvolta rifioriva e prendeva vita.

Extraña locura! El amor a los veinte años se parece a un acceso de fiebre, a un delirio. Cuando termina, cuesta recordar otros… El ardor de la sangre, que se apaga pronto… Ante aquella llamarada de sueños y deseos, qué viejo, qué frío, qué sensato me sentía…

La felicità assomiglia a delle vacanze in riva al mare in un'estate piovosa, dove solo l'ultima giornata è stata bella, e questo è sufficiente per rimpiangerle.

Ci resta sempre in fondo al cuore il rimpianto di un'ora, di un'estate, di un fuggevole istante in cui la giovinezza si schiude come una gemma.

Adieu, he said, this is goodbye. I'll never forget you, never. She stood silent. He looked at her and saw her eyes full of tears. He turned away. She forced herself to smile. Like the Chinese mother who sent her son off to war telling him to be careful 'because war has its dangers,' I'm asking you, if you have any feelings for me, to be as careful as possible with your life. Because it is precious to you? he asked nervously. Yes. Because it is precious to me.

You seem to think the past is unreal, a pit full of ghosts. But to me the past is in some ways the most real thing of all, and loyalty to it the most important thing of all.

She had never been filled with her love like a calm brimming vessel. She had rather suffered it, as a tree might suffer a cold wind, and the image of a coldness was somehow mingled with her memories of marital love.

a meadow which David had known before the coming of the motorway, where he had searched for mushrooms in previous autumns, in lost quiet golden hazes.

He felt as if something had been completed and he would never see any of those people again.

What larks we had, said James. When? When we were young. I could not recall any larks I had had with James. I poured out the wine and we sat in silence.

Perhaps that was the only time which we should ever, ever have together. Perhaps it was something which would never, never, never come again.