Quotes about memories
memories lying heart
Strangely, what pierced his heart and mind most sharply was not the memory of her lips under his at the ball, but the way she had leaned into his neck, as if she trusted him utterly. He would have given everything he had in the world and everything he would ever have, just to lie beside her in the narrow infirmary bed and hold her while she slept. Pulling away from her had been like pulling his own skin off, but he'd had to do it. Cassandra Clare
memories valentine mean
Hugo attacked me." Clary tried not to wince as the astringent liquid stung her wounds. Hugo?" Luke blinked. Hodge's bird. I think it was his bird, anyway. Maybe it was Valentine's." Hugin," Luke said softly. "Hugin and Munin were Valentine's pet birds. Their names mean 'Thought' and 'Memory.'" Well they should mean 'Attack' and 'Kill,'" said Clary. "Hugo almost tore my eyes out. Cassandra Clare
memories self flags
As to memory, it is known that this frail faculty naturally lets drop the facts which are less flattering to our self-love - when it does not retain them carefully as subjects not to be approached, marshy spots with a warning flag over them. George Eliot
memories nests littles
I cherish my childish loves--the memory of that warm little nest where my affections were fledged. George Eliot
memories powerful passion
It is worth repeating that powerful imagination is not false outward vision, but intense inward representation, and a creative energy constantly fed by susceptibility to the veriest minutiæ of experience, which it reproduces and constructs in fresh and fresh wholes; not the habitual confusion of provable fact with the fictions of fancy and transient inclination, but a breadth of ideal association which informs every material object, every incidental fact with far-reaching memories and storied residues of passion, bringing into new light the less obvious relations to human existence. George Eliot
memories childhood sorrow
Childhood has no forebodings; but then, it is soothed by no memories of outlived sorrow. George Eliot
memories disappointment exaggeration-is
There's no disappointment in memory, and one's exaggerations are always on the good side. George Eliot
memories kindness children
In the man whose childhood has known caresses and kindness, there is always a fiber of memory that can be touched to gentle issues. George Eliot
memories mind cobwebs
Vague memories hang about the mind like cobwebs. George Eliot
memories facts sometimes
Memory, when duly impregnated with ascertained facts, is sometimes surprisingly fertile. George Eliot
memories water littles
To an old memory like mine the present days are but as a little water poured on the deep. George Eliot
memories old-friends common
How unspeakably the lengthening of memories in common endears our old friends! George Eliot
memories butterfly expectations
Her little butterfly soul fluttered incessantly between memory and dubious expectation. George Eliot
memories past men
In bed our yesterdays are too oppressive: if a man can only get up, though it be but to whistle or to smoke, he has a present which offers some resistance to the past—sensations which assert themselves against tyrannous memories. George Eliot
memories time-heals heal
Time heals nothing, it merely rearranges our memory. Gary Numan
memories school people
I have some memories of certain things that happened in high school when I was stoned out of my mind, but I talked with other people about them, and I trusted the aggregated memories. Gary Shteyngart
memories years finals
In her final years she would still recall the trip that, with the perverse lucidity of nostalgia, became more and more recent in her memory. Gabriel Garcia Marquez
memories years mind
The only thing he could do to stay alive was not to allow himself the anguish of that memory. He erased it from his mind, although from time to time in the years that were left to him he would feel it revive, with no warning and for no reason, like the sudden pang of an old scar. Gabriel Garcia Marquez
memories loss would-be
Little by little, studying the infinite possibilities of a loss of memory, he realized that the day might come when things would be recognized by their inscriptions but that no one would remember their use.... At the beginning of the road into the swamp they put up a sign that said "Macondo" and another larger one on the main street that said "God exists". Gabriel Garcia Marquez
memories shame poor
Shame has poor memory. Gabriel Garcia Marquez
memories fighting want
I want the same one, the way she always is, without failures, without fights, without bad memories. Gabriel Garcia Marquez
memories real events
Just as real events are forgotten, some that never were can be in our memories as if they happened. Gabriel Garcia Marquez
memories people triumph
it is a triumph of life that old people lose their memories of inessential things... Gabriel Garcia Marquez
memories night self
He would wake for no reason in the middle of the night, and the memory of the self-absorbed love was revealed to him for what it was: a pitfall of happiness that he despised and desired at the same time, but from which it was impossible to escape. Gabriel Garcia Marquez
memories flower book
Between the covers of the books that no one had ever read again, in the old parchments damaged by dampness, a livid flower had prospered, and in the air that had been the purest and brightest in the house an unbearable smell of rotten memories floated. Gabriel Garcia Marquez
memories opportunity men
Before reaching the final line, however, he had already understood that he would never leave that room, for it was foreseen that the city of mirrors (or mirages) would be wiped out by the wind and exiled from the memory of men at the precise moment when Aureliano Babilonia would finish deciphering the parchments, and that everything written on them was unrepeatable since time immemorial and forever more, because races condemned to one hundred years of solitude did not have a second opportunity on earth. Gabriel Garcia Marquez
memories years tears
She would not shed a tear, she would not waste the rest of her years simmering in the maggot broth of memory. Gabriel Garcia Marquez
memories men oil
...and the cries of the birds and the uproar of the monkeys became more and more remote, and the world became eternally sad. The men on the expedition felt overwhelmed by their most ancient memories in that paradise of dampness and silence, going back to before original sin, as their boots sank into pools of steaming oil and their machetes destroyed bloody lilies and golden salamanders. Gabriel Garcia Marquez
memories heart one-hundred-years-of-solitude
The heart's memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good. Gabriel Garcia Marquez
memories lying spring
Wherever they might be they always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no return, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end. Gabriel Garcia Marquez
memories heart passion
When all hopes of recognition or honor have faded into distant memory, when purity of heart meets sorrow of mind, when all the world seems to walk in blindness and yet a man works without wearying for that which he loves...only in this moment is passion truly understood Franz Schubert
memories short-memory
You have to have a short memory as a closer. Frank Robinson
memories boys simple
In time, after a dozen years of centering their lives around the games boys play with one another, the boys' bodies change and that changes everything else. But the memories are not erased of that safest time in the lives of men, when their prime concern was playing games with guys who just wanted to be their friendly competitors. Life never again gets so simple. Frank Pittman