Quotes About Memories

And those you never forgive you find impossible to forget. — Jane Urquhart, The Underpainter (McClelland & Stewart, 1997)

The string of bright beads, he had told her, were to remind her of the twenty brightest days they had spent together, and a promise of twenty more, and then twenty more, infinitely. Even in old age she would be able to call to mind the sound of the word infinitely, the music it made, coloured by the slight Irish accent in his mouth - a word that whether shouted, sung, or spoken, sounded always like a tender whisper.

Suppose I lay down on the pavement and you run over me a few times with my own car...just for old times.

At the other end of the room, Grandma had the lid up on Larry Lipinski. She was standing one foot on a folding chair, one foot on the edge of the casket, and she was taking pictures with a disposable camera.

Calories don't count if they're connected to a celbration. Everyone knows this.

You always did have a problem with undies. Remember when you wet your pants in the second grade? - Joyce Barnhardt

This is great," Lula said, handing me a coffee and opening the box. "Just you and me and a box of donuts. This is the way people bond over good memories and shit.

I couldn't imagine the table not being there. The refrigerator and the stove got changed out, but the table remained. It was the heart of the kitchen, and the kitchen was the heart of the house.

I grew up with Morelli, lost my virginity to him, ran over him with my father's Buick in a fit of justifiable rage, and now years later he's my boyfriend.

Esistono alcuni uomini che entrano nella vita di una donna e la mandano all'aria per sempre. Joseph Morelli l'ha fatto a me - non per sempre, ma di tanto in tanto.

You had a strange childhood." "Everyone's childhood is strange. It prepares you for the strangeness of adulthood.

That was what she really wanted. To forget so thoroughly she'd never have another memory again, the bitter so bitter you gave up the sweet.

The stupid things you say in the rain, that can't ever be washed away.

She wanted to wake up like Dorothy and see Michael's face peering over the side of the bed, laughing. WHY, YOU JUST HIT YOUR HEAD. But it was not a dream and there was no Kansas and he was never coming back.

If only we could be back there right now, a soft rain falling, in the cabin, the woodstove.

Rena squinted at me, blowing a strand of her matte black hair out of her face, exasperated. 'You get good price for that. What you saving it for, tea with little Tsarevich Alexei? They shot him in 1918.' She took the dress out of the bag, shook it and hung it back up. 'Is fact.

I would always know what time it was in California.

That was how you did it. You let go, you left all that behind, you refused to remember. You let the dark in.

Your cards have made us smile! Thanks for sharing them with us, if only for a while.

When the person that ya loved is gone, when the happy time is over, then ya've still got yer memories. Thank God fer this special gift of His that lets ya sorta live yer experiences again and again. S'pose there ain't no price one would settle on fer the worth of memories.

Memories are so fragile, you know. Sometimes I feel they are best left undisturbed.

It was a perfectly average well- adjusted childhood, not a bit unlike that of millions of other individuals.

Your next SMS will probably be around longer, and remain more legible, than your tombstone. For, unlike your tombstone or even your mortal coil, your texts may be worth something.

Losing your parent is unlike anything.