Erich Maria Remarque Quotes

People try to keep their past, like kind of holding on to their past. Every Springsteen song talks about that.

The memory of a particular image is but regret for a particular moment.

He sank into the rocking chair, the same one in which Rebecca had sat during the early days of the house to give embroidery lessons, and in which Amaranta had played Chinese checkers with Colonel Gerineldo Marquez, and in which Amarana Ursula had sewn the tiny clothing for the child, and in that flash of lucidity he became aware that he was unable to bear in his soul the crushing weight of so much past.

All pasts are like poems; one can derive a thousand things, but not live in them.

How that name comes up. Mixing memory and desire

The cloak of the past is cut from patches of feeling ,and sewn with rebus threads.Most of the time , the best we can do is wrap it around ourselves for comfort or drag it behind us as we struggle to go on .

I think you can only be nostalgic for something you've lost.

Like the withered roses of a once gay garland, the feelings of youth command in age a melancholy interest.

Some memories are realities, and are better than anything that can ever happen to one again.

That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, the happy highways where I went and cannot come again.

Seeing a time period captured in film, you know, it does make you feel nostalgic.

When I'm driving past the place I used to work, or when I'm driving past the comedy studio where I used to take photos in exchange for classes, or when I'm driving past the yoga studio I used to clean on the weekends - it's not that far removed from me yet. I get very sentimental over things like that.

I don't know what it is that I love so much about high school, but I'm attached. The empty hallways. The teachers. They made me feel so much.

Back to him she would never go, but in her lonely life still lived the sweet memory of that happy time when she believed in him and he was all in all to her.

It's stupid, I know, but I care. All the things that meant so much when we were young. Under the blankets late at night, listening to long-distance radio. All those things lost now or broken. Can you remember? Can you remember that feeling? Perhaps I ought to go to a doctor.

All I wanted was what I'd already had. That exultation, that love. It was my one real home; I was a visitor everywhere else.

Aberystwyth (n.) A nostalgic yearning which is in itself more pleasant than the thing being yearned for.

You have your wonderful memories," people said later, as if memories were solace. Memories are not. Memories are by definition of times past, things gone. Memories are the Westlake uniforms in the closet, the faded and cracked photographs, the invitations to the weddings of the people who are no longer married, the mass cards from the funerals of the people whose faces you no longer remember. Memories are what you no longer want to remember.

Every man is obsessed by the memories of his own youth.

A happy memory is perhaps on this earth truer than happiness itself.

The nostalgia I have been cherishing all these years is a hypertrophied sense of lost childhood, not sorrow for lost banknotes.

The calendar has a magic that makes us imagine a memory can be resurrected and revived, but nothing returns.

Oh, thinkin' about all our younger years There was only you and me We were young and wild and free Now nothin' can take you away from me We've been down that road before But that's over now You keep me comin' back for more.

Then I turned the page and at the top it said THINGS I MISS ABOUT M and there was a list of 15 things, and the first was THE WAY HE HOLDS THINGS. I did not understand how you can miss the way somebody holds things.

Doesn't one always think of the past, in a garden with men and women lying under the trees? Aren't they one's past, all that remains of it, those men and women, those ghosts lying under the trees ... one's happiness, one's reality?