Why can’t I remember that not once have I ever seen a coin, whether grimy copper or bright gold, that had but one side.
Maybe that was how I found comfort just then, even with him being so far away. By remembering the flavor of his words.
Paris c'est comme une histoire d'amour, on se souvient seulement des beaux jours. (Paris is like a love story, you only remember the sunny days.)
I remember I’ve never shared tears with someone that longed for (me) and loved me; I didn’t know how to be compassionate.” (The truth, the lies & the love, p. 76)
What is it? Tens, I can see the stick up your arse from here. I'm dying remember? Dying people don't have time for silly moods
Let go with me. Let me comfort you with my body...there's no shame in forgetting for a night even if you know you'll remember in the morning.
For a terrifying moment I thought he was going to hug me, but fortunately we both remembered we were English just in time. Still, it was a close call.
I want to change the world, and do something valuable and beautiful. I want people to remember me before I'm dead, and then more afterwards.
In my experience when a friend unloaded about a boyfriend or spouse, the listener soaked up the complaint and remembered it long after the speaker had forgiven the offense.
If we go on in this way, we shall have a new art of poetry, of which one of the first rules will be: To remember to forget that there are any such things as sunshine and music in the world.
Maybe our marriage is bound to be a fight, but it will have its compensations. Fights that end in bed have their own singular excitement, remember.
Well, memory can play tricks. Most people, I think, tend to remember the good rather than the bad when someone close to them dies.
There is no possibility of remembering what has been found and understood, and later repeating it to oneself. It disappears as a dream disappears. Perhaps it is all nothing but a dream.
I told her that saying goodbye didn't matter, not a bit. What mattered were all the days you were together before that, all the things you remembered.
I'm trying to remember how you tell the time by looking at the sun." -"I should leave it for a while, it's too bright to see the numbers at the moment.
hope will always be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light
She folds the pages of the books she reads when she wants to remember something important. Her favorite books are accordions, testaments to an endless search for meaning.
Our parents' generation carried the past memorialized in paint, porcelain, and wood; we cast it off. Even our national history is remembered in terms of the worst we did, not the best.
In our endeavors to recall to memory something long forgotten, we often find ourselves upon the very verge of remembrance, without being able, in the end, to remember.
Remember, children, all the stories are true." Simon tried to wrap his head around the idea that there might, somewhere in Germany, be a large bean stalk with an angry giant at the top.
What I remember most is the searing sensation of looking into her eyes for the first time,eyes that would hunt me for the rest of my life
