Quotes About Memories

loved him and he's dead and gone and bones. I loved him and they took him away from me. Where is he? Where is he? Dead and gone and

even terrible memories are better than weird gaps or the hollowness of your feelings not making sense.

My chest hurts, looking at him. I feel like I can't breathe. Though he is in front of me, the pain of losing him hasn't faded.

I said I was thinking about you the whole time. - Lila

I remember what it was to hate him with the whole of my heart but Iv'e remembered too late.

I think I have Ring Pops somewhere here, from trick-or-treating. I went as myself.

I am overcome with a feeling of nostalgia for something I haven't yet lost.

The tan carpet was stiff and black with stripes of dried blood, spattered like a Jackson Pollock canvas. The walls were streaked with it, handprints smearing the dingy beige surfaces. And the bodies. Dozens of bodies. People she'd seen every day since kindergarten, people whom she'd played tag with and cried over and kissed, were lying at odd angles, their bodies pale and cold, their eyes staring like rows of dolls in a shop window.

Madoc would be so proud- his little girl, remembering all her training,' she says. 'Starving off the terrifying possibility of romance.

I used to wish that Madoc never went looking for those girls, and now all I wish is that we could be together again as we once were.

I'm in love with someone, & none of it will go away.The memories bombard me every day.The dreams haunt me every night.

Memories were your most intimate legacy. But if those memories were compromised in some way, would your continued existence be compromised, too?

Where the rivers meet you tell me of your black dreams. Your memories make me uneasy. But I listen because I know my listening, like all other listening allows you to heal.

She was beginning to think that the death of somebody you loved was like throwing rocks in a pond. Piles and piles of rocks: the ripples kept on spreading, disrupting the smooth surface of your life long after you'd lost track of where, exactly, the rocks went into the water.

A mothers happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories.

A mother's happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories.

Retrouver Paris! savez-vous ce que c'est, ô Parisiens?

If only I could bear all your sorrows for you! . . . Ah! you were so happy when you were little and still with me —

on Huang. The 1940s were Silver Dollar's golden years, as all

Green mountains rise to the north; white water rolls past the eastern city. Once it has been uprooted, the tumbleweed travels forever. Drifting clouds like a wanderer's mind; sunset, like the heart of your old friend. We turn, pause, look back and wave, Even our ponies look back and whine.

On the surface, I seem to be glad of new people; But doomed to leave old friends behind me, I cry out from my heart for Shin-Fêng wine To melt away my thousand woes.

We're all ghosts. We all carry, inside us, people who came before us.

Every cliche about kids is true they grow up so quickly, you blink and they're gone, and you have to spend the time with them now. But that's a joy.

Reading a novel was like returning to a once-beloved holiday destination.