Edwidge Danticat Quotes

As far as I know, no tapes exist from my years at 'T.J.'s.' I wish they did.

Indy, I have lots of great memories from there, and probably the part of me that doesn't feel quite as longing for it is that there is still a chance that I could do it again. It's not gone.

I don't remember a lot of the good times from my days with the Truckers.

You have your wonderful memories," people said later, as if memories were solace. Memories are not. Memories are by definition of times past, things gone. Memories are the Westlake uniforms in the closet, the faded and cracked photographs, the invitations to the weddings of the people who are no longer married, the mass cards from the funerals of the people whose faces you no longer remember. Memories are what you no longer want to remember.

We all have appointments with the past.

The past is a candle at great distance: too close to let you quit, too far to comfort you.

Strange, what brings these past things so vividly back to us, sometimes!

The memory of a particular image is but regret for a particular moment.

Even though you've given up a past it hasn't given you up. It comes uninvited - and sometimes half welcome.

Sundown, yellow moon, I replay the past I know every scene by heart, they all went by so fast

Ghosts don't haunt people--their memories do.

It wasn't that I forgot Hanna. But at a certain point the memory of her stopped accompanying me wherever I went. She stayed behind, the way a city stays behind as a train pulls out of the station. It's there, somewhere behind you, and you could go back and make sure of it. But why should you?

Strange how when you're young you have no memories...Then one day you wake up and BOOM, memories overpower all else in your life, forever making the present moment seem sad and unable to compete with a glorious past that now has a life of its own.

I am interested in the past. Perhaps one of the reasons is we cannot make, cannot change the past. I mean you can hardly unmake the present. But the past after all is merely to say a memory, a dream. You know my own past seems continually changed when I am remembering it, or reading things that are interesting to me.

Things always seem fairer when we look back at them, and it is out of that inaccessible tower of the past that Longing leans and beckons.

It's funny how close the past is, sometimes. Sometimes it seems as if you could almost reach out and touch it. Only who really wants to?

A long past vividly remembered is like a heavy garment that clings to your limbs when you would run.

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought.

The Past, being in the mode of memory, is closed, inalienable, and irreparable.

I like to write about the way things used to be and paint pictures of my memories with beautiful words and melodies.

Can’t repeat the past?…Why of course you can!

Every time I open the drawer, it's a trip down Memory Lane, which, if you don't turn off at the right exit, merges straight into the Masochistic Nostalgia Highway.

All wines are by their very nature full of reminiscence, the golden tears and red blood of summers that are gone.