Quotes About Memories

Ali nevolje ne traju vje?no (i to im je zajedni?ko sa radostima) nego prolaze ili se bar smjenjuju i gube u zaboravu.

sje?anja, kad se jednom krene, ne zadržavaju se kod po?etka

Today's Forgiveness Practice is about forgiving the judgments, hurts, and wounds that may be buried in your consciousness and are engraved into your mother's name. You will be forgiving all thoughts, beliefs, memories, and experiences you may have judged as wrong, unfair, unkind, or unloving.

What did people do with enormous families? All those cousins, aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews. How did they keep them straight? How did they breathe at any sort of family function?

If we don't make it, I love you and blah, blah, blah." He laughed, and shifted so his arm wrapped around her shoulders. "I'll say the same. It's been a hell of a ride so far.

Sadder and sadder," Peabody said when they were back on the sidewalk. "I guess you don't think of how many people you brush up against, or how they might remember you. The guy at your corner deli, or the owner of your favorite take-out spot. The clerk where you usually shop for clothes. Not to sound too Free-Agey, but it matters. It all matters, what we leave behind with the people we brush up against.

I wouldn't change a moment of the time, good or bad, we've had together since I first turned and locked eyes on you. What a jolt that was through me. I've never recovered. - Roarke

Put the past behind you - that's what people always said. But those people didn't get that the past was always behind you. Like a hound on the scent.

You have nothing to be embarrassed about. Life would be awfully dull if we could look back without regretting at least one affair.

Put the past behind you—that's what people always said. But those people didn't get that the past was always behind you. Like a hound on the scent.

It would be sheer hell to be privy to thoughts and memories without some power to control and block. I don't like to pry into personal thoughts. And it hurts

Just one of the people who walk past a corner of your life.

best clips run on the biggest screen you can find, and you singing "My Always."'" "Oh, honey." "I sang it—by his request—at our wedding. And I'm going to do it, Sylvie." Her eyes filled, but the tears didn't fall. "I'm going to find it in myself to give him that. Because he is. He's my always." Sylvie sat on the edge of the lounger, took her hand. "I know some of this is repetitive

The wood's for friendship, the metal for love." He waited until Eve opened the lid to reveal the two silk-lined compartments within. "One part is for your memories, the other for your wishes.

jumped close, close enough to see blade marks scoring the surface. All those people, the brightly colored hats, gloves, and scarves. A couple, holding hands, laughing as they stumbled over the ice together. A girl with golden-blond hair, wearing a red skin suit and vest, was spinning, spinning, spinning until she blurred. Another couple with a little boy between them, their hands joined with his as he grinned in wonder.

Forget it." She shifted away, drained her cup, set it aside. "I won't forget it; neither will you." He took her hand, lifted it to his lips. Nothing could have pleased him more than the quick suspicion on her face. "You won't forget me, Eve. You'll think of me, perhaps not fondly, but you'll think of me." "I'm in the middle of a murder investigation. You're part of it. Sure, I'll think of you.

Do you remember Vlek, who was such a good sheepdog that she and Jakob alone could drive a whole flock past you at the counting-post? Do you remember how Vlek grew old and sickly and could not hold down her food, and how there was no one to shoot her but you, and how you went for a walk afterwards because you did not want anyone to see you cry?

La historia carece de vida a menos que le proporciones un hogar en tu conciencia

Cuando cruzas el océano en barco, todos los recuerdos se te borran y empiezas una vida completamente nueva. Así es la cosa. No hay nada antes. No hay Historia. El barco amarra en el puerto, bajamos por la pasarela y nos zambullimos en el presente. El tiempo empieza entonces. Las agujas del reloj echan a andar.

Dejarme ir a mí misma, dejarte ir a ti, dejar ir a una casa todavía llena de recuerdos: es duro, pero voy aprendiendo

I have loved you for years. I have been in love with you for years and years and years ... throughout school and training ... before transitions and afterward ... when you approached me and yes, even now that you're with Saxton and you hate me. And that ... shit ... in my fucking head locked me down, locked everything down ... and it cost me you.

You're a good Irishman, right? When Butch nodded, V said, Irish, Irish… let me think. Yeah… Vishous's eyes sobered, and in a voice that cracked, he said, May the road rise to meet you. May the wind always be at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face and the rains fall soft upon your fields. And… my dearest friend… until we meet again may the Lord hold you in the palm of His hand.

The male's diamond eyes locked on Payne, and though she hadn't seen him in forever, she knew who he was. Sure as if she was staring at her own reflection. Tears sprang unbidden to her eyes for last she had known, he breathed no longer. Vishous, she whispered desperately. Oh, brother mine...

If I can live through the events," she said, "I can get through the memories.