Quotes About Memories

To anyone who has ever been owned by a cat, it will come as no surprise that there are all sorts of things about your cat you will never, as long as you live, forget. Not the least of these is your first sight of him or her.

Love smells of moonlight and old photographs. Love is the sound of your name being called by your lover.

It's the small things that matter, the daily routines. We struggle and dream, strive for meaning, for purpose, but a pint with a mate in the pub or ten minutes in a café having coffee with your lover. These are the things that make us human, the things we remember.

The present time is the best time for reminiscing the pasts.

Anybody you once loved will always be a part of your life story.

Cherish the time with your parents. Our time will come just like theirs. Keep holding on to those memories, envisaging that good memories will not cease forever.

Do what is right. Uphold what is right. Recite your prayer every night. Handle everything with care. Acknowledge everybody's help. Make good memories of yourself to everybody.

Old friends and relatives may not remember you. They may not need anything from you either. But remembering them can be worth more than anything.

Parents will always be grateful to their children for being remembered.

You miss a person not because of the presence, but by the good memories that keep the person so special that is missive.

One's first book, kiss, home run, is always the best.

Wherever I go, I will speak of you with love.

Books are the anchors Left by the ships that rot away.

I had to leave Paris the next morning. As always I would wonder why and start counting the days before I could go back. And then lose count and be lost again in the life that, by some strange twist of fate, I lived somewhere else. Au revoir Paris. Bonjour tristesse.

It is a sad farewell. You loved it all. You dream that you might keep it in your head But memories, where can you take them to? Take one last look at them. They end with you.

Yonder lies the castle of my father. —TONY CURTIS (ATTRIB.),

Yonder lies duh castle of my fuddah.

Well, I'm a standing on a corner In Winslow, Arizona And such a fine sight to see, It's a girl, my lord, in a flatbed Ford Slowin' down to have a look at me.

These days I seem to think a lot About the things that I forgot to do For you And all the times I had the chance to.

This is the thing, I think often, that never occurs to you when you consider what it would be like to lose someone you love. That you would miss not just the flowers and kisses, but the totality of the experience. You miss the failures and little evils with as much desperation as you miss being held in the middle of the night.

and how time flies! What, has it already been twenty years, already forty years that we are together? Why, how terrible! We haven't yet said all we wanted to say to each other... May we have a little respite, or else may we be allowed to begin all over again!

A woman claims as many native lands as she had happy love affairs, Likewise, she is born under every sky where she recovers from the pain of loving.

The media-contamination hypothesis usually focuses on the book Michelle Remembers (Smith and Pazder, 1980) and the movie Rosemary's Baby;. These images were in the popular culture for centuries before survivor memories started to surface in therapy; therefore, the media-contamination hypothesis fails to account for the time lag and cannot provide a full account of the phenomenona.

Honesty can be a dirty gift. It can muddy a sparkling stream of memories.