Quotes About Memories

Then he left her there, standing along, surrounded by word ghosts; things she could have said.

I don't know why it's so easy for me to forget how much I love her. We start fighting, and…" "Sisters.

Best friends forever. They'd believed it would last, that vow, that someday they'd be old women, sitting in their rocking chairs on a creaking deck, talking about the times of their lives, and laughing...

Gather the stars if you wish it so Gather the songs and keep them. Gather the faces of women. Gather for keeping years and years. And then... Loosen your hands, let go and say good-bye. Let the stars and songs go. Let the faces and years go. Loosen your hands and say good-bye.

I touch your absence here Remembering the speeches of your hair.

But the past, he concluded, was as dead as a smashed Victrola record. "Chasing yesterdays," said he, "is a bum show".

It is often much harder to get rid of books than to acquire them. They stick to us in that pact of need and oblivion we make with them, witnesses to a moment in our lives we will never see again. While they are still there, it is part of us.

Ninguém quer extraviar um livro. Preferimos perder um anel, um relógio, o chapéu-de-chuva, do que o livro cujas páginas não mais leremos mas que conservam, na sonoridade do seu título, uma antiga e talvez perdida emoção.

Ço?unlukla bir kitaptan kurtulmak ona sahip olmaktan daha zordur. Kitaplar, sanki asla geri dönemeyece?imiz bir an?n tan?klar? gibi, bir ihtiyaç ve unutkanl?k anla?mas?yla tutunurlar insana.

Ço?unlukla bir kitaptan kurtulmak ona sahip olmaktan daha zordur. Kitaplar sanki asla dönemeyece?imiz bir an?n tan?klar? gibi, bir ihtiyaç ve unutkanl?k anla?mas?yla tutunurlar insana.

Kimse bir kitap kaybetmek istemez. Bir daha okumayacak olsak da ba?l???nda eski, belki de kaybolmu? bir duyguyu ta??yan bir kitab? kaybetmektense bir yüzük, saat veya ?emsiye kaybetmeyi ye?leriz.

Memories are worse than bullets.

I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell I carry on my hands to this day.

The words with which a child's heart is poisoned, whether through malice or through ignorance, remain branded in his memory, and sooner or later they burn his soul.

In the shop we buy and sell them, but in truth books have no owner. Every book you see here has been somebody's best friend.

I could tell you it's the heart, but what is really killing him is loneliness. Memories are worse than bullets.

The monkey mind is constantly generating thoughts, which may appear as images, sounds, fragments, judgments, or memories. Sometimes, these thoughts pass through us like clouds. At other times, we may identify with them and get hooked by them.

Family time is the best time.

Yo recuerdo siempre que cuando tenía cinco años dije a mi madre que estaba deseando ser mayor para salir sola a la calle. Me contestaron que mientras más mayor fuese más acompañada iría siempre. Para mí esta contestación fue horrible. Me acuerdo todavía de la perra que cogí y de lo angustiosa que me pareció la vida en aquel momento

Friendship based solely upon gratitude is like a photograph; with time it fades.

This was Maude's legacy; she left Alice with her heart weakened, its chambers bruised. She was no longer up to the enthusiasm required by love.

My grandmother and I saw an average of eight movies a week, double features, second run.

She lit another cigarette and smiled. "And that, kid, is when they added the S to the end of my last name." I laughed right through the kumquats. I miss her. She died early on the morning of my birthday in 1989, and I got my flowers and the card from her that afternoon.

As for the career, sometimes I catch myself daydreaming about being young again and doing it all over. Then I bring myself up short when I realize how incredibly fortunate I was.