Älter / Older Bestehen / Pass Erhalten / Get Erinnerungen / Memories Scheinen / Seem Scheint / Seems Schneller / Quicker Verblassen / Fade Zeit / Time
Around here, manana seems to be the busiest day of the week. We never seem to get there.
It is the stories we don't get, the ones we miss, pass over, fail to recognize, don't pick up on, that will send us to hell.
Memorial Service: Farewell party for someone who already left.
How cruelly sweet are the echoes that start, When memory plays an old tune on the heart.
I'm older. There's some sort of seniority. As a matter of fact, the seniority ebbs as you get older.
The older I get, the more I seek to use a plain prose style, concentrating more on story.
When I see a film, I'll remember that there was a time when it wasn't working, and there was some pain and angst in order to get it to work.
Ryan is my bridge to the past, to memories that lose some of their sting when he recounts them.
People talk to pass the time, share information, and entertain each other.
