Wissam Al Mana Quotes

When you don't do something anymore, all of a sudden everyone treasures it.

I like to think I get better with age, but maybe absence makes the heart grow fonder.

Romance like a ghost escapes touching; it is always where you are not, not where you are. The interview or conversation was prose at the time, but it is poetry in the memory.

When you live far away, home looks a little different every time.

O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left behind.

Often while traveling with a camera we arrive just as the sun slips over the horizon of a moment, too late to expose film, only time enough to expose our hearts.

After I quit dancing, for a while it felt strange not to be in pain. It was as if an old friend - not a good friend, but a presence, always tagging along - had left me.

It takes time for the absent to assume their true shape in our thoughts.

I just... want to be a man who has been to a concert with a girl in a red dress. Just for a few minutes more.

White bee, even when you are gone you buzz in my soul You live again in time, slender and silent.

Some things you don't need until they leave you, they're the things that you miss.

It had been so long since she had seen him and she had lived on memories until they were worn thin.

Always gone but never hard to find.. And since you can't escape me, do I ever cross your mind?

The girl traced the outline of her lover's shadow so she would always have a record of how he looked.

How long have you been away from the country?" Laruja asked Ibarra. "Almost seven years." "Then you have probably forgotten all about it." "Quite the contrary. Even if my country does seem to have forgotten me, I have always thought about it.

We fell silent again. The thing we had shared was nothing more than a fragment of time that had died longe ago.Even so, a faint glimmer of that warm memory still claimed a part of my heart. And when death claim me, no doubt I would walk along by that faint light in the brief instant before being flung once again into the abyss of nothingness

Youth longs and manhood strives, but age remembers.

My memory loves you… it asks about you all the time.

What I possess, seems far away to me, and what is gone becomes reality.

Miss me? Bet you did ... so would I.

I had never thought about it, but summer was Dill by the fishpool smoking string, Dill's eyes alive with complicated plans to make Boo Radley emerge; summer was the swiftness with which Dill would reach up and kiss me when Jem was not looking, the longings we sometimes felt each other feel. With him, life was routine; without him, life was unbearable..." - Scout Finch

How memories lie to us. How time coats the ordinary with gold. How it breaks the heart to go back and attempt to re-live them. How crushed we are when we discover that the gold was merely gold-plating thinly coated over lead, chalk and peeling paint.

This was a memory I wanted to keep, whole, and recall again and again. When I was fifty years old I wanted to remember this moment on the porch, holding hands with Cameron while he shared himself with me. I didn’t want it to be something on the fringes of my memory like so many other things about Cameron and myself.

Nostalgias were peeled from it long ago.