John Boyne Quotes

People always remember the worst day of their lifes. It becomes a part of them forever.

You slammed my face down on the barbecue grill, now my scars are all healing, but my heart never will.

The memory of past favors is like a rainbow, bright, vivid, and beautiful; but it soon fades away. The in memory of injuries is engraved on the heart, and remains forever.

The first cut is the deepest.

Injuries may be forgiven, but not forgotten.

The words with which a child's heart is poisoned, whether through malice or through ignorance, remain branded in his memory, and sooner or later they burn his soul.

For someone who can’t remember very much, there seems to be a lot I can’t forget.

Some stories stayed with you even when you wanted to forget them.

When the body escaped mutilation, seldom did the heart go to the grave unscarred.

At a certain point memory becomes a beach strewn with landmines, all life’s many losses buried in those sands.

People can't seem to get it through their heads that there is never any healing or closure. Ever. There is only a short pause before the next "horrifying" event. People forget there is such a thing as memory, and that when a wound "heals" it leaves a permanent scar that never goes away, but merely fades a little. What really ought to be said after one of these so-called tragedies is, "Let the scarring begin.

It's like he has emotional amnesia... I think you have to accept that the person you knew isn't there at the moment. I was witness to how much he loved you. I have the photos. This isn't the person we knew. I don't recognize this person. He's shed his skin." Her heart is broken too. She has to say the thing that will give me back my life. She draws on every reserve. I see how much it hurts her and it hurts me too. I came from her joy and her pain, I lived in it and I live in it now.

When the wound/ No longer hurts/ The scar does.

What we remember from childhood we remember forever - permanent ghosts, stamped, inked, imprinted, eternally seen.

Because we want the same happiness We keep carving the same wounds onto our hearts. Forever, forever So I won't forget you I call you over and over again Please don't cry any more I won't leave you alone.

Because i've suffered. Because many times in my life i have tried to love with all my heart, and my love has wound up being trampled or betrayed.

What deep wounds ever closed without a scar? The hearts bleed longest, and heals but to wear That which disfigures it.

I could tell you it's the heart, but what is really killing him is loneliness. Memories are worse than bullets.

The world shrieks and sinks talons into our hearts. This we call memory.

I'm the one who got hit by that car, not you,' I tell him. 'Don't act like you're the victim here. You made choices I didn't ask you to make. I'm not sure anyone asked you to make them.' I'm screaming the words, not caring that the entire world can probably hear me. 'You think I like limping everywhere I go? I don't. I'm the victim! Be honest with me! You didn't care about me enough to trust me. I gave you my heart, but it wasn't enough.

My chest hurts...It hurts. The sound of his name is like a knife in my heart.

Memories are dangerous things. You turn them over and over, until you know every touch and corner, but still you'll find an edge to cut you.

Now I know that grief is a whetstone that sharpens all your love, all your happiest memories, into blades that tear you apart from within.

You'll remember someone who broke your heart, and you'll think to yourself, 'Oh yes, I remember how that feels.' But you can't.

Bad times are indelible. They stay with you forever.