Quotes About Memories

For all he knew, he was the first person to climb this jutting, dangerous slab of rock. That was what he loved about this sport. When you were high above the world, anchored to a bit of stone by a piece of metal and your own courage, there was no outside world. No worries, no stresses, no memories of what you'd lost. There was only the extreme beauty, the solitude, and the risk. He loved that most of all: the risk. There was nothing like imminent danger to make a man know he was alive.

Elsa stared at Rose for as long as she could, memorizing everything about her, but at last, she had no choice. It was time to leave this place, this woman, this home

They'd spent most of one summer here, taking their separate, lonely lives and braiding them into a rope of friendship.

Memories are who we are, Tul. In the end, that's all the luggage you take with you and memories are what last. That's why your life flashes before your eyes when you die - you're picking the memories you want. It's like packing.

Ä°nsanlar giderdi ve eÄŸer çok derinden, ÅŸiddetle severseniz onlar?n ani ve h?zl? gidiÅŸleri ruhunuzun derinliklerine kadar ürpermenize neden olurdu.

To those who are here, those who are gone, and those who are lost." She clinked her glass against Mom's.

There will be days -- even years from now -- when the missing will be so sharp it takes your breath away.

Some people have family photos or home movies to record their past. I've got books. Characters. For as long as I can remember, books have been my safe place.

Everyone remembers their first taste of Paris

She dug through her backpack, found the lunch Eva had packed for her and a well-read copy of Jane Eyre. Some kids had stuffed animals or special childhood blankets. Lexi had Jane.

what matters, and it is not what I have lost. It is my memories. Wounds

Loreda pulled Elsa into her arms and held her while she cried for all of it—the way they lived, the dreams they'd lost, the future they'd so blindly believed in. For the children who would grow up not knowing Jean. Her humor, her gentleness, her steel, her hopes for them.

I guess no one stays friends for more than thirty years without a few broken hearts along the way.

We understand the value of forgetting, the lure of reinvention. Lately

I know now what matters, and it is not what I have lost. It is my memories. Wounds heal. Love lasts. We remain

It is my memories. Wounds heal. Love lasts. We remain.

Limoges platter that had been their aunt's, several small impressionist

Paris," Vianne said, trying to find comfort in the familiar

He touched her face with a gentleness that made her want to cry; it felt like a good-bye, that touch, and she knew good-bye.

You know the thing about history, Elsa? It's over. Already dead and gone.

She closed her eyes for a moment, remembered another time when she'd been scared and felt alone, back when she'd been sick. That was the first time her grandfather had leaned down and whispered, Be brave, into her ear. And then, Or pretend to be. It's all the same.

Here was a flash Ã¢â'¬Â¦ a glimpse of the future that was slowly being lost. The family they could have become. She stared up at Jack. "God, what a life we could have had." He leaned closer, still holding Ant, and kissed her on the lips, stayed there long enough that she tasted his tears. She lifted a hand, pressed her palm to his cheek so he could feel her touch one last time. "Take them home for me," she whispered against his lips.

Lasa-le deoparte pe toate celelalte . Aminteste-ti doar iubirea noastra.

Amintirile sunt tot ceea ce ne ramane la final.