Quotes About Memories

Talking about Meghann's painful choice and the lonely years that had followed it wouldn't help. Her past wasn't a collection of memories to be worked through; it was like an oversize Samsonite with a bum wheel.

I love you, Papa," she said quietly, realizing how true it was, how true it had always been. Love had turned into loss and she'd pushed it away, but somehow, impossibly, a bit of that love had remained. A girl's love for her father. Immutable. Unbearable but unbreakable.

The next morning, Angie woke with the sun...Her eyes felt gritty and swollen. Once again she'd watered her mattress with memories.

Forever. That's how long we'll have an empty place at the table.

You gave me wings, Mom. Did you know that? I feel you here. Will I always?

question was gone, tossed onto the pile of lost chances that made up Before.

Leni's heart would always have a broken place. It didn't matter how you lost a parent or how great or shitty that parent was, a kid grieved forever. Matthew grieved for the mother he'd had. He figured Leni would grieve for the dad she wanted.

Love doesn't fade or die, baby girl. People tell you it does, but it doesn't. Differently, maybe, a faded version, but he's part of you now. And you are part of him.

Lost. It makes it sound as if I misplaced my loved ones; perhaps I left them where they don't belong and then turned away, too confused to retrace my steps.

She sat there a long time, talking to her daddy as if he were sitting right beside her.

You can't prepare for losin' someone you love.

She'd rather have nightmares about Randall Flagg or Carrie or Jack Torrance than about her own past.

locking up the house—their home—and driving away. The only slightly good news was that they weren't selling it. Someday, Dad promised, they'd return. The big things—furniture, art

The tiny footprints of their reconciliation—that one kiss—had been lost in the rubble of her grief.

That every time we kiss, it's good-bye.

June slipped away from Michael; days fell like rain, disappearing in the ground at his feet.

Childhood's En

hinterlands of a broken family.

Suntem facuti din amintirile noastre, Tul. La final, asta e singurul bagaj pe care il iei cu tine. Dragostea si amintirile, doar ele raman.

rain. In that quiet, Ruby heard the echo of a broken family;

Grandma lighting candles and keeping them lit, whispering

Agora sei o que é importante, e não é o que eu perdi. São as minhas lembranças. Feridas cicatrizam. O amor perdura. Nós continuamos.

pâtisseries, and suddenly I remember Maman handing

Mejores amigas para siempre. Era la promesa que se habían hecho muchos años atrás creyendo que duraría. Se imaginaban algún día convertidas en dos mujeres mayores sentadas en mecedoras en un porche de madera desvencijado hablando entre risas de los buenos tiempos.