Junot Diaz Quotes

Thank you for coming into my life and giving me joy, thank you for loving me and receiving my love in return. Thank you for the memories I will cherish forever. But most of all, thank you for showing me that there will come a time when I can eventually let you go.

They're just memories now. Time to write them off.

The punctuation of anniversaries is terrible, like the closing of doors, one after another between you and what you want to hold on to.

Once you get it in your head you're finished with something, to go back, it hurts.

Remember when i slept with my head in a puddle at your feet? It was humility, or atonement. later your ankle was a pillow and finally you pulled me up and in my sleep i placed your hand above my heart, like i forgot i didn't live there anymore

As the warm air blew in the car, simple snapshots of the life they'd lived together surfaced in his mind; but as always, those images led inexorably to their final day together.

I know that when I am dying, looking back, it will be women that I regret having argued with, women I sought to impress, to understand, was tortured by. Women I wish to see again, to see them smile and laugh and say, It was all as it should have been.

It wasn't that I forgot Hanna. But at a certain point the memory of her stopped accompanying me wherever I went. She stayed behind, the way a city stays behind as a train pulls out of the station. It's there, somewhere behind you, and you could go back and make sure of it. But why should you?

The past is a closed door.

I said there was but one solitary thing about the past worth remembering, and that was the fact that it is past-can't be restored.

If you loved someone, really loved them, would you let them go?

Everywhere we go and move on and change, something's lost--something's left behind. You can't ever quite repeat anything, and I've been so yours, here--

I remember when we kissed. I still feel it on my lips. The time you danced with me with no music playing. I remember the simple things. I remember till I cry. But the one thing I wish I'd forget, the memory I wanna forget is goodbye.

For me, the past is dead. Can't go back.

Have you ever loved somebody, loved her completely, but had to end the relationship for life reasons?

The past is over.

I think we all agree, the past is over.

There are people you are madly in love with and thought you could never live without, and suddenly you break up and think, 'What was I thinking?'.

Things die for a reason, and in Bungle's case, it was a lot of reasons. It was great while it lasted but not something I'd go crawling back to.

Whatever happened in the past is in the past.

My brother and I have a profound nostalgia for our youth, and I think people need to come to terms with things leaving and being gone.

I don't miss it. I'm glad it happened, but I don't miss it.

We had a good run, and now it’s over; what’s wrong with that?

It's easy to get buried in the past when you try to make a good thing last.