Quotes About Memories

I accept that my father couldn't be there for prom night or high school graduation. I love him, even though the times—a lot of times I really needed it—he couldn't say, 'I'm here.

Their life could be made up of thousands of simple moments. And still never me ordinary

grandmother's, and even as her lips curved

He brought her no flowers, but she remembered he'd planted a willow tree. He gave her no smooth, clever phrases, but she remembered the look she'd sometimes catch in his eyes. He wasn't a poet, he wasn't a romantic, but that look, that one long, intense look, said more than most women ever heard.

Un cerrojo. Por Dios, Ben, tú sí que sabes cómo volver loca a una mujer. —Sí, la verdad es que tengo un don. Tess sonrió mientras lo besaba. —Lo guardaré mientras viva. Si no abultara tanto, lo llevaría siempre junto al corazón.

life's marked along the way, darlin', by the deeds we do, for good or ill. Those we leave behind judge those marks, and remember.

shores of Whiskey Beach.

Maybe happy ever after was bull, but she knew she wanted to take more pictures of moments that were happy. Because then they were after.

Kevin Banner. He's rehabbing the old Parkerson place up on Point Bluff for you. Best pals, birth to earth. Well, earth's a ways off, unless you kill me with that tire iron, but we've known each other since before we could walk. You can call him, get my bona fides if it'll loosen the grip you've got on that thing.

If he comes back," she nodded. I thought I saw tears in her eyes but I was mistaken. In all my life, I was never to see her cry. And also he was never to come back. Without interrupting each other, we both said at the same time, "Let's never get out of touch with each other." And we never have, although her death has come between us.

Thank you for the dear past.

At Ilinskoye, Serge left the room in which his young sister-in-law had died completely untouched, locking a door that would never again be opened by anyone but himself.

The past has happened, and it can only happen the way it happened.

However, I suppose VH1 *is* selling me something; they're selling nostalgia, which means they're selling my own memories back to me, which means they're selling me to me.

It was not nostalgia for a time that was more wholesome. It was nostalgia for a time when you could relax and care less.

Record sales don't matter when the people who bought the records are dead and gone.

Have your adventures, make your mistakes, and choose your friends poorly -- all these make for great stories.

At some point, your memories, your stories, your adventures, will be the only things you'll have left.

I just don't want to die without a few scars.

If you look at old pictures, Irene Casey is so pretty. Not just young, but pretty the way you look when your face goes smooth, the skin around your eyes and lips relaxed, the pretty you only look when you love the person taking the picture.

It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness.

These old people. These human ruins.

Give me homesickness. Flash. Give me nostalgic childhood yearnings. Flash.

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