Derek Cianfrance Quotes

I'm a selective pack rat. There's some things I have no problem getting rid of and others I hold onto dearly.

Everything rational and sensible abandons me when I try to throw out photographs. Time and time again, I hold one over a wastebasket, and then find it impossible to release my fingers and let the picture drop and disappear.

There's a lot in my closet. I've been collecting things since I was five. I'm definitely a pack rat. I'm not a hoarder, but I'm definitely a pack rat. I will keep anything if I have a memory in it or a good moment.

My husband calls me 'throwy-outy' - he's horrified at how easily I dispense with things. People I won't let go of, but things, mementos from shows, I'm not particularly attached to.

My parents weren't very good at keeping things, which is why I treasure my own sons' work so much now - I don't want to lose anything.

My mother kept every single thing that she ever got in her life.

Nothing you love is lost. Not really. Things, people—they always go away, sooner or later. You can’t hold them, any more than you can hold moonlight. But if they’ve touched you, if they’re inside you, then they’re still yours. The only things you ever really have are the ones you hold inside your heart.

No matter how much suffering you went through, you never wanted to let go of those memories.

I do hang on to things. I was so happy my father saved his army jacket. I grew up wearing that all through high school.

Whether or not you welcome it, moving house requires you to make choices about the past as you move into the future. What of all of your bits of stuff is truly valued? What should be left behind?

This is going to make me sound really weird and stalkery, but I've bought the aftershaves of all my ex-boyfriends. Sometimes I like to smell them and be like 'aah, that's Charlie... aah that's Dan'.

It's so hard getting rid of something that means something to you, as many of the pieces on our site do for me.

People form strong attachments to their properties.

I'll always hold Middlesbrough close to my heart. I'll always remember my time there.

Dealing with wedding stuff is a bit of a double-edged sword - it seems that divorcees are expected to either burn it all on the front lawn, tears silently coursing down their faces, or keep the stuff, shrine-like, concealed somewhere in their homes.

To me, those are the greatest treasures - the personal letters between my parents.

I don't hoard things and I don't cling to memories.

I wish my grandparents were around to see my children.

I like to have things around me that I love. However, I'm not a hoarder and get rid of everything I don't need.

People's most prized possessions carry deeply symbolic and emotional significance.

I am quite a hoarder, so it is important to let go of some stuff.

Still are the thoughts to memory dear.

There is a great good in returning to a landscape that has had extraordinary meaning in one's life. It happens that we return to such places in our minds irresistibly. There are certain villages and towns, mountains and plains that, having seen them walked in them lived in them even for a day, we keep forever in the mind's eye. They become indispensable to our well-being; they define us, and we say, I am who I am because I have been there, or there.

The objects that we have known in better days are the main props that sustain the weight of our affections, and give us strength to await our future lot.

You spend a good part of your adult life acquiring things: building a home, filling it with objects that please your eye and make you feel comfortable. Then you spend the last part of your life trying to figure out how to get rid of it all.