Quotes About Memories

The pictures slipped past again and I kept looking at them. Some of the scans were sepia pictures, going back a hundred years; some were black-and-white; some were oversaturated, from the sixties and seventies. Many were recent, direct digital. Finally

coffin nails. Once Stan had left for

Seven pounds, nine shillings and sixpence turned out to be the value they'd put on Arthur's life. I sat alone at the kitchen table, and I think that was the moment I knew I'd never see my husband again.

Over supper of a bowl of Heinz tomato soup and a sausage roll, he went over again and

his old school that if there'd been

heard that voice many times in the last

Anxiety, excessive fear, and worry arise because you turn away from the present moment and become lost in memories, stories, and beliefs about the past or future.

They're just memories now. Time to write them off.

Now all the mute objects of my life seem to tell my story, to stretch back in time, if I look closely enough.

that since Cecilia's suicide, the Lisbons could hardly wait for night to forget themselves in sleep.

The worst part was that, as the years passed, these memories became, in the way you kept them in a secret box in your head, taking them out every so often to turn them over and over, something like dear possessions. They were the key to your unhappiness. They were the evidence that life wasn't fair. If you weren't a lucky child, you didn't know you weren't lucky until you got older. And then it was all you ever thought about.

Olivia lit a cigarette and said, God, if I worried about running into old boyfriends, I couldn't go anywhere!

Dr. Philbosian smelled like an old couch, of hair oil and spilled soup, of unscheduled naps.

A seven-year-old girl can take only so many walks with her grandfather.

Her father was about to have a heart attack, and my memories of her are now tinged with a blue wash of misfortune that hadn't quite befallen her at the time. She was standing bare-legged in the jungly weeds that grew up between our houses. Her skin was already beginning to react to the grass cuttings stuck to the ball, whose sogginess was suddenly explained by the overweight Labrador who now limped into view.

The gates were doing something to him already, because as he raised his hand to wave back at his parents, Mitchell felt ten years old again, tearing up, choked with feeling for these two human beings who, like figures from myth, had possessed the ability throughout his life to blend into the background, to turn to stone or wood, only to come alive again, at key moments like this, to witness his hero's journey. Lillian

General John L. Throckmorton set up the headquarters of the 101st Airborne at Southeastern High, where my parents had gone to school.

I used to have to hunt for hard-boiled eggs when I was a kid. What was the point of that? Was I supposed to be, 'Yay! I found them! Egg-salad sandwiches for everyone!' I was seven! I wanted chocolate, not bioavailable protein.

Anyone who grew up in a household where carob passed for chocolate and apple pies were actually filled with zucchini will feel me here.

None of my friends live closer than a forty-five-minute drive from me, and the rest of my tribe lives in different time zones, but distance doesn't matter. Whenever we get together, it's like no time has passed.

It is good to find comfort in memories," Mr. Fry said gently.

Almost imperceptibly, the rawness of her grief dulled, but sometimes she would find herself swept up in a wave of sorrow so sudden and powerful that it took her breath away.

they'll evoke fond memories, and they may bring you some comfort." Henry could not imagine such a day, but he thanked her. "The girls will cherish

and was struck by the next image I saw. Francesca's arm held the door open for Mike, whose bare arms were strapped around a dusty taped box with my name scribbled on it. My past giving way to my future, which embraced my past. Mike