Quotes About Memories

Dad bought us food from every single stall on the pier – lemon pancakes and doughnuts oozing jam and salty chips and fluffy candyfloss and 99 ice creams, just as he promised.

Rose,' I said. Well. It was

them, and all our old 78 records, all the afternoon.

Jacqueline Wilson

She thought the flat would be all the better for some photographs, not only to serve as reminders of those who were loved, or reflections of happy times spent in company, but to act as mirrors, where she might see the affection with which she was held by those dear to her.

places leave their mark in the same way that a human being can touch us. We have to make our peace with place, with the locations where we have spent time. We consider how we've been affected by being present in a certain spot - and how the place itself is changed by what has come to pass. You only have to visit a battlefield long after a war has ended, to know that places are never quite the same following a tragedy.

Memories appear in flashes of light, in short scenes, in reflections that can make us laugh or bring us to tears.

Memories streamed over her, and she sat up, images converging in her mind's eye, the sneaker wave of grief catching her in its riptide pull once again, leaving her washed ashore, bereft, with two deep desires: to sleep forever, or to live life for them both. "Oh

And she wondered if, in going away, in leaving this country, she would expunge that final vapor of the dragon's breath. Oh yes, the dragon. Priscilla had described their memories of war as being like a dragon that lived deep inside. The dragon had to be kept quiet, had to be mollified; otherwise he could breathe fire into the most ordinary of days. If

Grief from the war casts a shadow that at times was dense and at others seemed as pale as a length of gauze, but it was never gone.

but remember that each day you are weaving a memory. Make sure you don't look back at these times through a veil of tears.

Perhaps we must allow ourselves to be brought gently into the future by the good times, taking those dear memories with us and not allowing the worst of times to hold us in its grip—to hold us back, really." Dame

The wounds of the past could always be camouflaged. Erasing them to extinguish all trace was the greater challenge.

There's only one thing left to do. St. Paul's on Old Year's Night. For Auld Lang Syne, my dears. For old time's sake.

Sometimes I feel as if, when you throw that big clod of earth onto the coffin, you're not just startin' to fill the 'ole in the ground but the big gapin' one that's been blown in your life.

Memories come out of nowhere, sometimes, don't they? Like a splinter long in the finger finally rises to the surface. Pluck it out, and the pain goes—and you realize there has been discomfort all along, but you have lived with it.

I lifted my head to look up into the changing leaves, thinking how at some point, we were all headed home. At some point, all of this, everything and everyone, became memory.

Sometimes...you have to try to forget people you love just so you can keep living.

You're a part of me...You're in my heart. Forever and always, all right? —D

The traveler wishing to observe Islamic Spain has his choice of two cities, Granada with its Alhambra or Córdoba with its Great Mosque (in Spanish Mezquita). Of the two former is be a considerable degree the more exciting and also the easier to absorb for its buildings, gardens and geographic settings are immediately recognizable as significant. It would take a dull man to miss the point of Granada, for its Alhambra is a museum of Islamic memories.

to well up in his eyes as he listened to their farewells;

I'm going to repeat this: I buy experiences and not things. I don't like to buy my kids' gifts. But I'll take them places and won't hold back. They will lose and forget the "things" in the long run. But they will never forget the experiences.

Ultimately we are the sum of our experiences and not the sum of our belongings.

Turn a few hours each day into a memory instead of a cubicle. Something you can laugh about.