Quotes About Memories

Leave nothing but footprints, take nothing but memories.

Broken: Never underestimate the power of a shared history.

She had seen this before. She knew that you could put it all in a little box and close it up later, that you could go on with your life if you didn't sleep too much, didn't breathe too much, didn't live too much so that death came back and snatched you away for the taking.

Michael swallowed, feeling like he was choking on his grief. "Fifteen," he said. She'd just had a birthday last week. He'd bought her a stuffed giraffe. "She's fifteen.

You had so many friends.

That was how it was with abusive parents. They only remembered the good times and you only remembered the bad.

She had felt this intense disembodiment for the last four days, really from the moment the Snake Man had told them to turn around. And then the police, the undertaker, asking if she wanted to see the body one last time and Claire blanching at the word body and sobbing like a child because she had spent every single second since they had taken Paul from her arms trying to remove the image of her lifeless, murdered husband from her mind.

Julia." Lydia looked back at the woman with the broom. She was scraping chairs across the sidewalk as she put together the tables. Claire said, "That skeevy jackass who got Dad arrested still runs the place." Lydia could vividly recall Helen talking about Sam's arrest in her librarian voice, a furious whisper that could freeze an open flame.

When your father died, I remember standing at his grave and thinking, This is the place where I can leave my grief. It wasn't immediately, of course, but I had somewhere to go, and every time I visited the cemetery, I felt like when I got back into my car, a tiny little bit of grief was gone.

Claire picked up the picture. They were at a football game. Paul's jacket was wrapped around her shoulders. She could recall thinking how warm it felt, how reassuring. The camera had captured her laughing, mouth open, head tilted back. Ecstatically, irrevocably happy.

It's good you have a grave to visit." Ginny stared out the window with a pleasant smile on her face. There was no telling where her mind was. "When your father died, I remember standing at his grave and thinking, This is the place where I can leave my grief.

Marina, you took away all the words with you...

O! call back yesterday, bid time return.

Memories leave a light in the eyes, just as plain as scars.

Patricia embraces me on the station platform. 'The past is what you leave behind in life, Ruby,' she says with the smile of a reincarnated lama. 'Nonsense, Patricia,' I tell her as I climb on board my train. 'The past's what you take with you.

The past is a cupboard full of light and all you have to do is find the key that opens the door.

Mum had a Charles-and-Diana wedding mug that had survived longer than the marriage itself. Mum had worshipped Princess Di and frequently lamented her passing. Gone, she would say, shaking her head in disbelief. Just like that. All that exercise for nothing. Diana-worship was the nearest thing Mum had to a religion.

When she was little they had lived in an old farmhouse too, in the middle of nothing of but landscape.

Later, when she understood that it was the last time they would all be together, she wished she had paid more attention.

How wonderfully, joyously, untrammeled he had been then in his happiness. She thought it was fixed for ever, she didn't realize that childhood happiness dissolves away. If she had realized that Archie wasn't going to be that sunny innocent child for ever she would have laid up every moment as treasure.

Long lazy days like these will never come again in your life. You think they will but they won't.' -Sylvie

The war had been a tide that had receded and now here it was lapping around her ankles again.

Oh, how he missed his sister. Out of everyone, the legions of the dead, the numberless infinities of souls who had gone before, it was the loss of Ursula that had left him with the sorest heart.

After Marlee was born they rented videos and fell asleep in front of them. Now, like so much else in Jackson's world, videos were obsolete.