Distant Memory Quotes

How far away the stars seem, and how far is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart.

Way over yonder is a place I have seen In a garden of wisdom from some long ago dream.

Things like that become a blur - shot at some soundstage, somewhere - that's as much as I can remember.

I'm so far removed from live playing any more.

She stood a moment before my eyes, clearly and painfully, loved and deeply woven into my destiny; then fell away again in a deep oblivion, at a half regretted distance.

I don't remember my childhood very well at all, but my earliest memory is holding a man's hand as I was walking down the street at about 1ВЅ. I can still remember the shoes I was wearing, but I don't know who the man was or what the memory relates to.

I have never thought of Angelina Jolie except the last time I saw one of her movies. I think that was years ago. It is so far away from the place I'm in right now to think of think of any celebrity.

Sometimes memory tricks you. Sometimes beauty is best when it's distant.

The place was a familiar as breath but as far from his life now as the moon.

As I rolled over, stretching out, my only thought was to go back to the dream I'd been having, which I couldn't remember, other than that it had been good, in that distant, hopeful way unreal things can be.

Shane - who knows about Shane? Planet Shane is a lovely place a long way from here.

What began it all was the bright bone of a dream I could hardly hold onto.

sometimes a man stands up during supper and walks outdoors, and keeps on walking, because of a church that stands somewhere in the East. And his children say blessings on him as if he were dead. And another man, who remains inside his own house, stays there, inside the dishes and in the glasses, so that his children have to go far out into the world toward that same church, which he forgot.

My eyes close and uncomprehendingly see the dream in the infinite space that stretches away, elusive, before me.

Unless we change our ways and our direction, our greatness as a nation will soon be a footnote in the history books, a distant memory of an offshore island, lost in the mist of time like Camelot, remembered kindly for its noble past.