#memories

Gdje su zlatne ptice ljudskih snova, preko kojih se to bezbrojnih mora i vrletnih planina do njih dolazi? Da li nam se ta duboka čežnja djetinje nerazumnosti posigurno javlja samo kao tužni znak izvezen na mahramama i na safijanskim koricama nepotrebnih knjiga? ↗

— Meša Selimović

#dreams #losing-dreams #sorrow #death

Oh yes, as a matter of fact it is quite interesting that exercises can be conducted which demonstrate conclusively that there are memories which exist prior to this life. ↗

— L. Ron Hubbard

#conducted #demonstrate #exercises #exist #fact

I've never tried to block out the memories of the past, even though some are painful. I don't understand people who hide from their past. Everything you live through helps to make you the person you are now. ↗

— Sophia Loren

#even #everything #helps #hide #i

The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there. ↗

— L.P. Hartley

#past #reality #reality

Memories of our lives, of our works and our deeds will continue in others. ↗

— Rosa Parks

#deeds #lives #memories #others #our

The money is in a different league these days, of course, but I have special memories of the 60s and 70s which players today don't have. There wasn't the same celebrity attitude and media exposure. We had a bit more freedom. ↗

— Peter Shilton

#bit #celebrity #course #days #different

He smiled his shy smile at her as he went into the yard. Anne took the memory of it with her when she went to her room that night and sat for a long while at her open window, thinking of the past and dreaming of the future. Outside the Snow Queen was mistily white in the moonshine; the frogs were singing in the marsh beyond Orchard Slope. Anne always remembered the silvery, peaceful beauty and fragrant calm of that night. It was the last night before sorrow touched her life; and no life is ever quite the same again when once that cold, sanctifying touch has been laid upon it. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#dreamy #loss #memories #touching #tranquility

People leave strange little memories of themselves behind when they die. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#memories #death

When my husband died, people kept telling me not to cry. People kept trying to help me to forget. But I didn't want to forget... So I realize, that if it's hard for me, how much harder it must be for you. ↗

— Katherine Paterson

#inspirational-life #memories #remembering #death

I miss your face. That big bright smile. You always had it, in any weather. It's hard for me to find one these days. These cold November days. Except when I think of you. ↗

— Kellie Elmore

#dying #grief #grieving #loss #love