Quotes About Memories

If your going to look back on something and laugh about it, you might as well laugh about it now.

Jeb: I wish I could explain what I'd give just to see you smile again. Max (thinking): How about your head on a stick?

Pain fades," I said slowly. "But being a nutcase seems to stick around. Guess who got the better deal here?" The last thing I remember is Mr. Chu's face blazing with fury.

How many of us share the stories of our lives with our own children? What a loss to the children if we don't.

Good memories are like charms. Each is special. You collect them, one by one, until one day you look back and discover they make a long, colorful bracelet.

Disney World. You've probably been. I'm assuming that most of America has been there, because you all seemed to be there the day that we went. All of you at the same time.

Chapter 16 ME AND MY CRAZY FRIENDS Yes, the other Smileys finally came home and, yes, my body finally thawed out. (Now

Good memories are like charms, Nickey. Each is special. You collect them, one by one, until one day you look back and discover they take a long, colorful bracelet. (pg. 79) Suzanee's Diary for Nicolas

the September wind wafting the few trees West End still had lining the block to the south. I guess absence really does make the heart grow fonder

I wish I could explain what I'd give just to see you smile again." How about your head on a stick?

Stevie Kosgrov recently enjoyed a bowl of Fruity Pebbles (with milk that had hit its expiration date, oh, maybe a month ago).

He got sick with meningitis when the boys were just three, and we lost him.

me in bed—with a honeymoon present. Some of them were small, some were funny jokes, and some were extravagant, but every present came straight

We heard from two bozos who I didn't know, then a guy named Matt Kruschik who ate his own boogers until fourth grade

Whether it is as fleeting as the sun-kissed days of summer or lasts nearly a lifetime, love is always worth it.

Meeting is the beginning of parting.' We remember the past, but live for the present, because even the present will be the past someday.

almost drank himself to death, worrying and missing me. I'm trying to make up for the fact that I barely got back in time to save him. I only wish I could have saved Robinson, too. But I know Robinson didn't want me to be broken after his death. He wanted me whole, well, and writing. About us.

I always used to hear Mom say Grandma Dotty was a big pack rat. And to be honest, I never really thought about what that meant. I just thought:

Maeve had been dead for almost a year now, and in all that time, I hadn't found any new ways to cope with it -- only new ways to miss her.

Nana Mama always said my aunt Connie had never met a stranger. My grandmother was right. All my memories of her were filled with smiles and infectious laughter.

Dr. Sven Wallace. That is, up until last year around this time, when Wallace died suddenly of a heart attack. He

You may not know this, but it's an accepted fact that no room is completely done until furnished with a child's giggle.

This is what I actually looked like when I got to school that first morning of sixth grade.

For dinner, we had a mix of radiation rat, charred chipmunk, and nuclear squirrel. It was absolutely disgusting. And absolutely delicious. "This is just like the old days," I reminisced, tearing into the gamey flesh.