Quotes About Return

Alicia, welcome back to the Cemetery of Forgotten Books.

Nie wiedziaÅ'em wówczas, ?e ocean czasu – chcemy czy nie – zawsze zwraca nam to, co w nim kiedyÅ› pogrzebaliÅ›my.

Cómo se sale de aqui? -Si tanta prisa tiene... Hay dos maneras, la permanente y la temporal. La permanente es por el tejado: un buen salto y se libra usted de toda esa bazofia para siempre. La salida temporal está por allí, al fondo, donde anda aquel atontado puño en alto al que se le caen los pantalones y hace el saludo revolucionario a todo el que pasa. Pero si sale por ahí, tarde o temprano volverá aquí.

I handed the photo back to her. The caretaker gazed at it as if it were a lucky charm, a return ticket to her youth.

God bless, and don't hesitate never to come back here again.

The savagery, I mean. It goes away, and you feel safe, but it always returns, it always returns…and it chokes us. I

digo. Se va y uno se cree a salvo, pero siempre vuelve, siempre vuelve... y nos ahoga. Yo lo veo todos los días en el instituto. Válgame Dios. Simios es lo que llegan a las aulas. Darwin era un soñador, se lo aseguro. Ni evolución ni niño muerto. Por cada uno que razona, tengo que lidiar con nueve orangutanes.

Once, in my father's bookshop, I heard a regular customer say that few things leave a deeper mark on a reader than the first book that finds its way into his heart. Those first images, the echo of words we think we have left behind, accompany us throughout our lives and sculpt a place in our memory to which, sooner or later - no matter how many books we read, how many worlds we discover, or how much we learn or forget - we will return.

Es como la marea, ¿sabe usted?—decía, ido—. La barbarie, digo. Se va y uno se cree a salvo, pero siempre vuelve, siempre vuelve... y nos ahoga.

It was as if the mist were none other than the frozen breath of Dr. Cain, waiting with a smile for the moment of his return.

In time, my mother decided she wanted to return to Spain.

Julián is now the bathroom of the chief executive. That day, when I returned to the bookshop after visiting the old house, I found a parcel bearing a Paris postmark. It contained a book calledThe Angel

The savagery, I mean. It goes away, and you feel safe, but it always returns, it always returns…and it chokes us.

One knows one is alive because it hurts, because suddenly everything matters, and because when that brief moment is over, the rest of one's existence becomes a memory to which one tries in vain to return while there is some breath left in one's body.

nobody has the courage to understand them until there are no voices left to tell what happened, until the moment comes when we no longer recognize them and they return, with another face and another name, to devour what they left behind.

Stifling our emotions is like marking return to sender on God's good gift.

I must go home periodically to renew my sense of horror.

And, like the prodigal son, he had returned broken in body and also in mind to the house where he had been born, and he and his child had been welcomed with open arms.

If you love something, let it go. if it was meant to be, it will come back to you.

When memories fade, can one ever really return home?

I have a lot of bitter memories from Beijing. Hopefully, we can erase those memories and bring the gold back to Japan.

As a political metaphor, a revolution could, in that sense, mean only a return to better times, or to the true constitution: a ridding of excess or usurpers.

Mexico is where I fell in love for the first time; it's where my family lives... so however much I travel, I inevitably return there.

I will return and I will be a million.