Andre Kertesz Quotes

How do you regret one of the best nights of your entire life? You don't. You remember every word, every look. Even when it hurts, you still remember.

To me, they are equally important, as they represent a certain period in my life and times. With that in mind, it really is impossible to pick favorites.

We do not remember days, we remember moments.

I want to remember it all, the good times and the bad times, the late nights, the boozing, the dancing into dawns, and all the great and not-so-great people I met and loved in those years.

Good memories are like charms...Each is special. You collect them, one by one, until one day you look back and discover they make a long, colorful bracelet.

It's a pleasure to share one's memories. Everything remembered is dear, endearing, touching, precious. At least the past is safe though we didn't know it at the time. We know it now. Because it's in the past; because we have survived.

These memories, which are my life--for we possess nothing certainly except the past--were always with me.

Looking back at my life's voyage, I can only say that it has been a golden trip.

The happiest times in my life were the days when I was traveling with Les Brown and his band.

Memories are the best things in life, I think.

I'm growing old, I delight in the past.

I wouldn't trade the experiences I've had over the past 36 years for anything.

This is how memories are made... by going with the flow.

A man always remembers his first love with special tenderness, but after that he begins to bunch them.

I had a really good time in my 20s and 30s.

I believe that without memories there is no life, and that our memories should be of happy times.

Every time that I come to Edgbaston it takes me back to some great first memories of coming here at a very young age.

What else does anyone have except for a collection of slightly painful memories?

Every moment is memorable to me.

Our memories are the keys to our past and everything we've ever worked for, fought for, and dreamed of.

And your own life while it's happening to you never has any atmosphere until it's a memory.

I guess the only jewels of my life were the pictures I made with Fred Astaire.

You made me happy and you made me laugh, and if I could do it all over again, I would not hesitate. Look at our life, at the trips we took, the adventures we had. As your father used to say, we shared the longest ride together, this thing called life, and mine has been filled with joy because of you.

And on the last day, the bad days become so difficult to recall, because one way or another, she had made a life here, just as I had. The town was paper, but the memories were not. All the things I’d done here, all the love and pity and compassion and violence and spite, kept welling up inside me.

Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind. Memories, sweetened through the ages just like wine.