Che Guevara Quotes

I am delighted to be back home in Galway, the place I first came to as a 19-year-old in 1960. It's here where my heart is and will forever be.

When you finally go back to your old home, you find it wasn't the old home you missed but your childhood.

In fact history does not belong to us; but we belong to it.

It's part of me, Scotland. I'm still immersed in it even though I am not there.

If you forget your history, you forget who you are.

I always had my roots in the past.

There are places one comes home to that one has never been to.

It is difficult to think of an origin without wanting to go back beyond it.

Family traditions are more than arguments with the dead, more than collections of family letters you try to decipher. A tradition is also a channel of memory through which fierce and unrequited longings surge, longings that define and shape a whole life.

Sometimes I miss the old me.

Even if we no longer have much in common, we would have always had the past, which, in some ways, is just as important as the present or future. It is where we come from, what makes us who we are.

Do you remember the time darlin' when everything made more sense in the world? Oh I remember, I remember... when life made more sense... Take me back, take me back, take me way back... to when life made more sense.

The past is like the hair on our head. I moved to New York when I was twelve, but you always have this feeling that wherever you come from, you physically leave it, but it doesn't leave you.

[Memory] is a passion no less powerful or pervasive than love. It is [the ability] to live in more than one world, to prevent the past from fading, and to call upon the future to illuminate it.

It is more than twenty years since we left the city. This is a serious chunk of time, longer than the years we spent living there. Yet we still think of Jerusalem as our home. Not home in the sense of the place that you conduct your daily life or constantly return to. In fact, Jerusalem is our home almost against our wills. It is our home because it defines us, whether we like it or not.

I miss us, too. I always have, and probably always will

I didn't truly understand the depth of my roots until I was old enough to wonder and care.

When I run, I always pretend I am running toward Nikki, and it makes me feel like I am decreasing the amount of time I have to wait until I see her again.

... for home is a magnet that lures back even its most abstracted children.

There is a general place in your brain, I think, reserved for melancholy of relationships past. It grows and prospers as life progresses, forcing you finally, against your better judgment, to listen to country music.

We sometimes feel that we have been really understood, but it was always long ago, by someone now dead.

I know that Europe's wonderful, yet something seems to lack;The Past is too much with her, and the people looking back.

It is a well-known fact that we always recognize our homeland at the moment we are about to lose it.

I would trade all my tomorrow's for one single yesterday.

And as we live our lives we discover - drawing toward us the thin threads attached to each - what has been lost. I closed my eyes and tried to bring to mind as many beautiful lost things as I could. Drawing them closer, holding on to them.