Quotes About Memories

I grew up not liking my father very much. I never saw him cry. But he must have. Everybody cries.

I just miss him, is all. He used to make me laugh, nothing else did.

My mum gave me a T-shirt with it on last Christmas.' Ed smiled at the memory. 'Wish I still had it. All I had to get stressed about before was GCSEs.' 'She didn't give you a T-shirt that said Save Kitchen Scraps to Feed the Pigs, then?

There were a few 6th form girls that I got with when I was I the 6th form, they were really nice, so that was cool.

Had I ever been in love. When B and I were together, I thought from then on I would never be out of love. The magic was it would never, ever end, and even though it has ended, it never really has. Even now, yes, after all this time, and after everything that has happened, sometimes I feel a sudden tug on my heart, and my breath catches in my throat, just when I think of him, just when I remember, when I remember how it all was.

We wove a web in childhood,A web of sunny air.

Our only means of true intimacy with a child is the power of recovering our own childhood.

...Thus in each flower and simple bell, That in our path untrodden lie, Are sweet remembrancers who tell How fast the winged moments fly. Time will steal on with ceaseless pace, Yet lose we not the fleeting hours, Who still their fairy footsteps trace, As light they dance among the flowers.

Homesickness starts with food

some of the best sex I can barely remember.

I can remember my first one-night stand like it was yesterday. Well, maybe not the first. Or the second... or the fifth. I'll just begin with what I can remember and not concern myself with order.

If I could turn back time If I could find a way I'd take back those words that have hurt you And you'd stay

Nunca sabrás lo bien que me ha hecho conocerte-dijo-.Jamás tendré oportunidad de llevarte al cine, ni de invitarte a caminar por la playa, ni de hacerte el amor, pero todos los días agradezco a Dios haberte tenido en mi vida por un tiempo. Eso es un milagro, Jean.

day I had them in my life was a gift. I would never have wished them away, just so I wouldn't have had to go through the pain of losing them. That

He'd been running from this for so long. Words resonated in his heart—clear and unmistakable. Be still and know that I am God. In other words, stop running from the memories.

He kissed me hard and I kissed him back harder, like it was the end of an era that had lasted all of my life.

One of the worst things about losing my mother at the age I did was how very much there was to regret.

He hadn't loved me well in the end, but he'd loved me well when it mattered.

A beloved daughter who now spent holidays alone.

I put her burnt bones into my mouth and swallowed them whole.

It hadn't occurred to me that my mother would die. Until she was dying, the thought had never entered my mind. She was monolithic and insurmountable, the keeper of my life. She would grow old and still work in the garden.

was there in '63, when I was barely eighteen. But now

She loved horses and Hank Williams and had a best friend named Babs.

For whatever it is that is less than mercy; for what we don't even have a word for. Those were the worst days, I believed at the time, and yet the moment she died I'd have given anything to have them back. One small, horrible, glorious day after the other.