5,121 Quotes About Memories
- Author Tessonja Odette
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Those memories are like a cloud in the sky shaped like something so uncannily familiar, until it begins to shift and transform into nothing more than a white blur. Like it never was what you first saw it to be.
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- Author Laura Chouette
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Every love that once promised you a forever will leave you at some point in your life - and all that is left is a forever in boxes full of fading pictures and aching memories.
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- Author Sándor Márai
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Il mondo non significa niente. I fatti importanti non si dimenticano mai. Di questo mi sono accorto più tardi, a mano a mano che mi avvicinavo alla vecchiaia. Ma i fatti marginali non esistono, li rimuoviamo come i sogni."[...]"A volte i dettagli hanno grande importanza. In un certo senso fungono da adesivo, fissano la materia essenziale dei ricordi..
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- Author Nitya Prakash
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And when she'll leave, she'll leave behind so many memories that you can spend rest of your winters enveloped in their warmth.
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- Author Christina Henry
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Memories surfaced, one by one, and she was afraid to see all of them at once
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- Author Nathaniel Hawthorne
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with a heart as full of reminiscences about her dead husband and children, and her dead friends of long ago, as a burial-ground is full of storied gravestones.
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- Author Joanne Harris
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The smell of thyme was pungent in the air. It grew wild by the roadside. Thyme improves the memory, Joe used to say. He used to make a syrup out of it, keeping it in a bottle in the pantry. Two tablespoonsful every morning before breakfast. That clear greenish liquid smelled exactly like the night air over Lansquenet, crisp and earthy and nostalgic, like a summer day's weeding in the herb garden, and the radio on...
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- Author Henry James
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What had come to pass within his walls lingered there as an obsession importunate to all his senses; it lived again, as a cluster of pleasant memories, at every hour and in every object; it made everything but itself irrelevant and tasteless. It remained, in a word, a conscious watchful presence, active on its own side, forever to be reckoned with, in face of which the effort at detachment was scarcely less futile than frivolous.
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