Quotes About Memories

My childhood smells like a box of Crayola crayons.

Happiness is the soundtrack of my life.

The best times in my life were out in the bush with Steve.

The plane landed, and I had a moment to sit with Steve on my own. It was a bit of an effort to clamber up into the back of the plane. A simple wooden casket rested inside, still secured. I knew that who Steve was, his spirit and his soul, were no longer there, but it was strange how I couldn't cry. I sat down and leaned my head against the wooden box that held his body and felt such strange peace. In some way, we were together again.

The lessons I took away from that trip always stayed with me. Give Steve the benefit of the doubt. If he takes off running after an emu, get the camera ready, because he'll come back with one. If he says he'll find a specific spot in a desolate landscape that he last visited more than twenty years before, don't question him. Just ask him when he thinks we'll get there.

My heart was pounding as I drove up the coast again a few days later. There was the familiar little sign, the modest entrance. And here he was again, as large as life--six feet tall, broad shoulders, a big grin, and a warm and welcome handshake. Our first real touch. "Well, I'm back," I said lamely. "Good on you, mate," Steve said. I thought, I've got what on me?

On his sixth birthday, Steve received a scrub python as a gift from his parents. "Fred the scrubby was my best friend growing up," Steve said. "The problem was, he was so big, and I was still little. He could have eaten me without a worry.

My resolution was all well and good, but what really sustained me during those dark, lonely hours of the night was another deeper, more persistent thought. With every tick of the clock, I was one moment closer to being with Steve again.

Take only memories, leave nothing but footprints. —CHIEF SEATTLE (SEATHL), DUWAMISH-SUQUAMISH, 1785–1866 A

When your surroundings are infused with memories of the past, you tend to remain in the past. You are prone to keep looking back rather than focusing forward on the new things God has for you.

When we clear the clutter, we are not erasing the memories. Holding on means not letting go. God has so much more for your life. You haven't seen your best days yet, but your clutter could be preventing you from recognizing the new things awaiting you.

Growing up, I didn't have a lot of toys, and personal entertainment depended on individual ingenuity and imagination - think up a story and go live it for an afternoon.

And memories, he knew, were not glass treasures to be kept locked within a box. They were bright ribbons to be hung in the wind.

First loves seldom end up being last loves,

In ancient times cats were worshipped as gods; they have not forgotten this.

In daylight we pick up our tinned rations and hike off, every artery and nerve of us, into the rest of our commemorative lives.

The past is closed up inside its own depressing little museum of faded styles and codes and anticipations; you can't re-enter it

We'll to the woods no more,The laurels all are cut.

Dynasties of felines, as numerous as the dynasties of Egyptian kings, succeeded each other in our home. Accident, flight, or death accounted for them in turns. They were all beloved and regretted; but life is made up of forgetfulness, and the remembrance of cats passes away like the remembrance of men.

A little longer, and we shall be in our true country, and our childhood's joys—those Sunday evenings, those outpourings of the heart—will be given back to us for ever!

The sense of smell can be extraordinarily evocative, bringing back pictures as sharp as photographs of scenes that had left the conscious mind.

Why she had to go I don't know, she wouldn't say I said something wrong Now I long for yesterday

Yesterday, All my troubles seemed so far away, Now it looks as though they're here to stay, Oh, I believe in yesterday

Anyone down to go to the mall after prom?