Quotes About Memories

I remember with gratitude the banner carried by some very old and bawdy women who led the parade while I was a student: hardly a man is now alive, who remembers the girls of '95.)

I knew then that Grandfather had forgiven me and that I would have a home, but something inside me was sorry that once again I would lose Rachel Sheridan.

Ach, daß die Freundin meiner Jugend dahin ist, ach, daß ich sie je gekannt habe!—ich würde sagen: du bist ein Tor! Du suchst, was hienieden nicht zu finden ist! Aber ich habe sie gehabt, ich habe das Herz gefühlt, die große Seele, in deren Gegenwart ich mir schien mehr zu sein, als ich war, weil ich alles war, was ich sein konnte.

When my mother was alive, I was the daughter first and everything else second.... That's what made her death so painful. My mother was a big part of my life and a big reason why I did what I did. I've always derived a lot of energy from being a good daughter.... When she was gone, I suddenly thought, Why am I doing this? For whom? Losing my mom was really hard on me. I remember going to the Academy Awards shortly after she died and thinking, Well I'm all dressed up, and my mother won't see me.

At her birthday, my seven-year-old daughter will say that she wants these big cakes and certain expensive toys as presents, and I can't say no to her. It would just break my heart. But when I was little, for birthdays we just played outside and we were happy if we got any cake.

You will have significant experiences. I hope that you will write them down and keep record of them, that you will read them from time to time and refresh your memory of those meaningful and significant things. Some may be funny. Some may be significant only to you. Some of them may be sacred and quietly beautiful. Some may build one upon another until they represent a lifetime of special experiences.

Go forward in life with a smile on your face, a sparkle in your eyes, and with great and strong purpose in your heart. The best things in life are the people in your life, the moments we live, and memories we made along the way.

I can no longer remember the books I have read than the meals I have eaten, but they have made me.

as long as our dreams outweigh our memories, America will be forever young

I grew up in a funny way.

Where did the time go? Yesterday, I was a girl, and today, I suddenly find myself in the autumn of my years with the cold winds of winter breathing down my neck.

My wrinkles are a playground of happy memories.

Age swallows our childhood.

It's your birthday to-day, so why are we waiting? Without further delay, Let's start celebrating.

Often have I reckoned up on my birthday the increasing years — the feathers in the broad wing of time — and thought upon the sounding flights of youth...

I've been saving books for all these years, and they've been saving me for my entire life.

Old books are leather-bound ghosts.

...it snowed and it snowed. But here a small boy says: "It snowed last year, too. I made a snowman and my brother knocked it down and I knocked my brother down and then we had tea."

She lived to be twenty years old, and when she died I felt as if I had lost a child.

When you're used to hearing purring and suddenly it's gone, it's hard to silence the blaring sound of sadness.

We could never have loved the earth so well if we had had no childhood in it, — if it were not the earth where the same flowers come up again every spring that we used to gather with our tiny fingers as we sat lisping to ourselves on the grass...

When you finally go back to your old hometown, you find it wasn't the old home you missed but your childhood.

He carried his childhood like a hurt warm bird held to his middle-aged breast...

What is home without children? Quiet.