Quotes About Memories

Family life is full of major and minor crises -- the ups and downs of health, success and failure in career, marriage, and divorce -- and all kinds of characters. It is tied to places and events and histories. With all of these felt details, life etches itself into memory and personality. It's difficult to imagine anything more nourishing to the soul.

My birthday!--what a different sound That word had in my youthful ears; And how each time the day comes round, Less and less white its mark appears.

What though youth gave love and roses,Age still leaves us friends and wine.

Go where we may, rest where we will, Eternal London haunts us still.

If we must part forever, Give me but one kind word to think upon and please myself with, while my heart's breaking.

You may not have noticed, but men over retirement age seem to have a lot of clothes of an earlier vintage." "Yep," he said. "We're all timing it to wear them out at the moment of death so everything comes out even.

But we shook hands", I told her fiercely. "He forgave me - I know he did." "It's easy for the dead to forgive", she said, equally fierce. "But it's the living you've got to ask it of.

it's good when one feels the affections of the past. They are among the lasting things—they will never leave us. And as Lady had told me, never is a long, long time.

At Christmas play and make good cheer, For Christmas comes but once a year.

My dear, dear girl [. . .] we can't turn back the days that have gone. We can't turn life back to the hours when our lungs were sound, our blood hot, our bodies young. We are a flash of fire--a brain, a heart, a spirit. And we are three-cents-worth of lime and iron--which we cannot get back.

But why had he always felt so strongly the magnetic pull of home, why had he thought so much about it and remembered it with such blazing accuracy, if it did not matter, and if this little town, and the immortal hills around it, was not the only home he had on earth? He did not know. All that he knew was that the years flow by like water, and that one day men come home again.

The dead don't stay interested in us living people for very long. Gradually, gradually, they let go hold of the earth… and the ambitions they had… and the pleasures they had… and the things they suffered… and the people they loved. They get weaned away from earth—that's the way I put it—weaned away.

Many who have spent a lifetime can tell us less of love than the child that lost a dog yesterday.

So - people a thousand years from now...This is the way we were: in our growing up and in our marrying and in our living and in our dying.

The world we knew won't come back. The time we lost can't get back. The lives we had won't be ours again.

Standing on my own, remembering the one I left at home, forget about the life I used to know, forget about the one I left at home

every day is an anniversary; every minute, a commemoration so there is no reason to ever be sober

In second grade, she'd snuck up on a napping Eva and colored her entire forearm with a highlighter. Because she was "important.

How do you finish a love story that you...you never wanted to end?

I know too much, he said, his words weighted with old pain. The kind that makes a home on the fringes of your thoughts forever.

The whole afternoon was delicious—so much so that Shane was already nostalgic for it before it had even ended.

Lizette always wore White Diamonds by Elizabeth Taylor, and Genevieve found the scent overwhelmingly glamorous but also soothing. That was her mom in a nutshell. White Diamonds.

I don't know why they call it life, it's just a moment with memories.

The days will always be brighter because he existed. The nights will always be darker because he's gone.