All Quotes By Tag: Memories
“Jealousy, and attempting to match others in life and stride, is self-abandonment.”
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“Surrendering is not giving up–it is gaining strength.”
“I need to stop running back to you in my mind all the time.”
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“With you in my life I felt like I could conquer anything.It was as if I was on top of the world and even the stars themselves were just within my grasp.But without you …. even getting through the day is hard.”
“When I was with him suddenly I wasn’t this broken person anymore.I was just me.I was whole again.I was just a person – like everyone else.”
“I still remember that feeling of walking somewhere confidently, seeing him mid stride and putting my foot down just fine… but feeling like I stumbled.”
“I’d never dreamed anybody could love me the way he did. And even when he proved it to me time and again – I still could hardly believe it was true.”
“Every quote, every book, every film seemed to suggest that ‘one day’ someone would come into my life and love me with an intensity and a passion I had never experienced before. And to their credit they were right; It all came and went so fast it really did feel as if it were just ‘one day’….”
“He looked at me like I was the stars when all I’d ever felt like was the dark nothingness between them.”
“It’s the intricate details you miss the most. For me, it’s the soft lines around the eyes when he smiles… Or that look he gave me sometimes that I cannot begin to describe – but I would know it if I saw it again.It was the look that gave him away.I’d know that look anywhere…It used to be my everything.”
“If you take society’s definition of knowing oneself, you will become lost in the many translations.”
“Your actions show what you know, and your replies to obstacles give clarity into what you will learn.”
“It is good to accumulate wealth, but it is great to create unforgettable memories.”
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“I answer the heroic question, ‘Death, where is thy sting?’ with ‘It is in my heart and mind and memories.”
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“Only In SleepOnly in sleep I see their faces,Children I played with when I was a child,Louise comes back with her brown hair braided,Annie with ringlets warm and wild.Only in sleep Time is forgotten –What may have come to them, who can know?Yet we played last night as long ago,And the doll-house stood at the turn of the stair.The years had not sharpened their smooth round faces,I met their eyes and found them mild –Do they, too, dream of me, I wonder,And for them am I too a child?”
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