Quotes About Memories

Happy You know my girlfriend is dead. She fell off a cliff and died on impact.

I keep seeing this ad on TV. It talks about teachers. Thank you for teaching me. Thank you for changing my life. They all look happy. Have they always been this happy? Did they have a perfect childhood? A perfect school life? I was happy once. But I was young. The older you get, the more you remember. The younger you are, the more you forget.

Losing my parents was the most crushing thing that ever happened to me. I lost my dad when I was 26, and it changed my life entirely.

When I was seventeen, I worked as a counsellor at a co-ed sleep-away camp for eight weeks. I loved it but it could be harrowing - it was far too much responsibility for someone my age.

Years fly by, but the heart stays in the same place.

Memories, you see, hurt. The good ones most of all.

No, I don't live in heartache. I don't cry myself to sleep or any of that. I am, I tell myself, over it. But I do feel a void, icky as that sounds. And—like it or not—I still think about her every single day.

I wish we could put up some of the Christmas spirit in jars and open a jar of it every month.

What I remember myself from films, and what I love about films, is specific scenes and characters.

Her face was a face to go with one through the years, and to live still in one's dreams when the sap of life is gone.

Oh, my dear. My young wife. When the troops come home after the victory, and you do not see me, please look at the proud colors. You will see me there, and you will feel warm under the shadow of the bamboo tree.

Your mind is a storehouse for the painful memories and hidden resentments from your childhood—the things your parents did that deeply hurt you or made you feel that your physical or psychological survival was threatened

We love our dear ones deeply and miss them when they leave us. But we know that the bond of love is greater than death.

Sooner or later, we all learn that our immortality is rooted not in our professional involvements and achievements, but in our families. In time, all of our wins and losses in the workplace will be forgotten. If our memories endure, it will be because of the people we have known and touched.

We not only have today; we have all the yesterdays we are capable of remembering and all the tomorrows we can envision.

Funny how you can go along for years hardly thinking about someone, then all of a sudden be so glad to see him.

Many years ago a very wise man named Bernard Baruch took me aside and put his arm around my shoulder. "Harpo my boy," he said, "I'm going to give you three pieces of advice, three things you should always remember." My heart jumped and I glowed with expectation. I was going to hear the magic password to a rich, full life from the master himself. "Yes sir?" I said. And he told me the three things. I regret that I've forgotten what they were.

The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.

They have not considered that memories are like corks left out of bottles. They swell. They no longer fit.

I fell in love with you that summer all those years ago. I never really told you, because of everything that happened. But I suppose I've been in love with you ever since. Everything's been wrong with us, timing -wise. Hasn't it? I just wanted you to know I wasn't an idiot, some stupid bastard who wanted to hurt you. I could never do that to you. There were reasons.

I just whispered mother dear where is Mary she's not here All the world seemed dark and sadness came to me She just pointed to the spot in that little church yard lot Where my sweetheart sleeps in sunny Tennessee

I'm old enough to remember the end of World War II. On Aug. 14 1946, a year after the Japanese were defeated, most newspapers and magazines had single articles commemorating the end of the war.

My dad was the district attorney of New Orleans for about 30 years. And when he opened his campaign headquarters back in the early '70s, when I was 5 years old, my mother wanted me to play the national anthem. And they got an upright piano on the back of a flatbed truck and I played it.

Life after death means for us that part of our life that lives on in our children, in the influence that survives us after death, and the memories people have of us.