Quotes About Memories

The past should be culled like a box of fresh strawberries, rinsed of debris, sweetened judiciously and served in small portions, not very often.

Here's to the past. Thank God it's past!

Anyone who limits her vision to memories of yesterday is already dead.

What one loves in childhood stays in the heart forever.

It's a pleasure to share one's memories. Everything remembered is dear, endearing, touching, precious. At least the past is safe-though we didn't know it at the time. We know it now. Because it's in the past; because we have survived.

Some memories are realities, and are better than anything that can ever happen to one again.

Heirlooms we don't have in our family. But stories we've got.

The past with its pleasures, its rewards, its foolishness, its punishments, is there for each of us forever, and it should be.

Enjoy yourself. These are the "good old days" you're going to miss in the years ahead.

So often we rob tomorrow's memories by today's economies.

Don't waste today regretting yesterday instead of making a memory for tomorrow.

Life isn't a matter of milestones, but of moments.

When you put down the good things you ought to have done, and leave out the bad things you did do - well, that's memoirs.

Ah! happy years! once more who would not be a boy!

Houses are the abiding joys; they are the most emotion-stirring of all things. An automobile is regarded with fond affection, a typewriter becomes an inseparable companion, clothes can stir sentimentality, and the bit of bric-a-brac is a toy one would weep to see torn away — but houses are real, deep, emotional things.

Luella Clark, April Days, 1904

Bygone troubles are good to tell.

These days I lived in three worlds: my dreams, and the experiences of my new life, which triggered memories from the past.

What a constant creation life was! Any day, any hour, any minute, something good or bad happened and became part of you for a lifetime.

I stayed awake all night, anxiously waiting for daylight, so that I could fully return to my new life, to rediscover the happiness I had known as a child, the joy that had stayed alive inside me even through times when being alive itself became a burden. These days I live in three worlds: my dreams, and the experiences of my new life, which trigger memories from the past.

Childhood is the one story that stands by itself in every soul.

If I have learned anything in a lifetime spent overseeing schools, it is that childhood is the one story that stands by itself in every soul.

Ne ruši sve mostove, možda ?eš se vratiti. Nisi ptica ni leptir obalom što leti, kad nema mostova uzalud je ?eznuti, uzalud je shvatiti, uzalud je htjeti. Ne ruši sve mostove, možda ?eš se vratiti. Ostavi bar jedan most izme?u srca i mene, u samo?i je lakše neshva?eno shvatiti, mogle bi te nazad nagnati uspomene.

Mali ljudi, koje mi zovemo deca, imaju svoje velike bolove i duge patnje, koje posle kao odrasli i mudri ljudi zaboravljaju. Upravo, gube ih iz vida. A kad bismo mogli da se spustimo natrag u detinjstvo, kao u klupu osnovne škole iz koje smo davno izišli, mi bismo ih opet ugledali. Tamo dole, pod tim uglom, ti bolovi i te patnje žive i dalje i postoje kao svaka stvarnost.