Quotes About Memories

They wanted me to stay because they wanted me around: I was their direct link to Sam; I was his memento. And they were probably afraid that I might shoot myself, left alone with all Sam's things.

That family glaze of common references, jokes, events, calamities-that sense of a family being like a kitchen midden layer upon layer of the things daily life is made of. The edifice that lovers build is by comparison delicate and one-dimensional.

The beauty of 'The Walking Dead' and the beauty of being on a television show for a while, is that, it's your backstory, it's part of what you are, it's what you carry with you every day.

I was set down from the carrier's cart at the age of three; and there with a sense of bewilderment and terror my life in the village began.

When I judged it to be tea-time I sat on an old stone wall and opened my tin of treacle biscuits. As I ate them I could hear mother banging the kettle on the hob and my brothers rattling their tea-cups. The biscuits tasted sweetly of the honeyed squalor of home – still only a dozen miles away.

I looked around. This house only the night before had been a home, and serves as a storage locker for memories that I could barely remember and a bunch of things I'd rather forget.

A journal is personal travel insurance, protecting your memories from strolling off un-chaperoned, vanishing without a goodbye or backwards glance. This is the driving force behind most people's road journals, and although basic, its importance cannot be overstated. The human memory is feeble and needs all the help it can get.

Entonces, dijiste algo que nunca olvidé. Dijiste que estar con él hacía la vida más significativa, y que cuando se iba, llegaba el otoño a tu corazón.

I have done this before. In other cities, other nights. So often I can repeat each gesture without owning any of them.

The past. The Golden Age of the past. What a nostalgia we all feel for it. Yet we don't want it when we get it. Try the South Seas.

It's not the years, honey, it's the mileage.

Recall our own recent, immediate experiences. Since dreams are often initiated by something that happened only recently, we must ask about yesterday's residue.

The strongest thing that baseball has going for it today are its yesterdays.

Time does not die; only people.

When the stunned soul can first lift tired eyes On her changed world of ruin, waste, and wrack, Ah, what a pang of aching sharp surprise Brings all sweet memories of the lost past back, With wild, self-pitying grief of one betrayed, Duped in a land of dreams where Truth is dead!

I grew up in a completely bookless household. It was my father's boast that he had never read a book from end to end. I don't remember any of his ladies being bookish. So I was entirely dependent on my schoolteachers for my early reading with the exception of The Wind in the Willows, which a stepmother read to me when I was in hospital.

The monsters of our childhood do not fade away, neither are they ever wholly monstrous.

Our world, like a charnel-house, is strewn with the detritus of dead epochs.

I don't know how time moves or which of our sorrows or our desires it is able to wash away.

I used to do skits for my mom... and I was always entertaining as a kid.

We see our friends are round us falling. We see them buried deep in dust. In solemn silence yet they're calling. Prepare for death, for die you must. -Zee

Time has ghosts. That's what time is: the ghost of every instant passed, haunting the potential of every moment to come.

Akron, Ohio, is my home. It will always be remembered. Akron, Ohio, is my life.

I've reinvented myself many times over, picked up my broken wings and flapped till I could hop around again. I'm flying again now, in my bedroom, writing, looking out my window. I had no idea, until I began putting pen to paper, that so many memories were inside me waiting to be rediscovered. I'm very lucky. I may even come to know myself.