Quotes About Memories

It wasn't that easy to leave your established home, the place made sacred by the graves of your parents, and move on to who knew where.

Isn't it odd? Why do we always feel just as guilty when we think of our teachers as when we think of our parents? And not because of anything that happened at school -- no, not at all. It's because of what became of us later.

She also managed to win a citywide spelling bee, beating out students at all the other Negro schools in Jacksonville. "I received an atlas of the world and a Bible as prizes," she recalled, "besides so much lemonade and cake that I told President Collier that I could feel it coming through my skin. He had such a big laugh that I made up my mind to hurry up and get grown and marry him." Decades

There wasn't much of that watch left to save, but he put a couple of the bigger pieces in his pocket. "It was my dad's," he said, his eyes getting puffy and red. "My dad was a famous runner.

M)uch as we might imagine we can leave the past behind, it has a nasty way of pressing its hoary old face against the window just as we were sitting down to the feast.

I miss you so much, I can't stand it Feels like my heart is breaking in two My head says no, but my soul demands it And everything I do, reminds me of you

AND AS YOU'RE ABOUT TO LEAVE SHE JUMPS UP 'N SAYS 'THINK YOU FORGOT SOMETHING ITS YOUR, YOUR GLOVE AND THE LOVE THAT LOVES THE LOVE THAT LOVES THE LOVE THAT LOVES TO LOVE THE LOVE THAT LOVES TO LOVE THAT LOVES TO LOVE

Say goodbye to Madame George And the loves to love to love the love

The wise person is the one who, like the child, lives entirely in the present, unburdened by the memories of the past

It's always times like these when I think of you and I wonder if you ever think of me.

There's nothing more difficult than saying goodbye to a house where you've suffered.

T? bi?t nhé và n?u là l?n cu?i C?ng ?? r?i, c?ng k? di?u ch? sao T? bi?t nhé và n?u còn h?n n?a Không ph?i ta ?ây tr? l?i ?âu nào

and on some nights in bed, in that moment before sleep erased the day, I would picture the way the sky in Lapland looked the morning I left, how the train had sped south beneath a sky that was brighter than it had been in weeks. It had pulsed with reds and oranges, as though hiding a beating heart.

Sometimes we watch Bill Murray movies with him and his friends at his house on Sea View Terrace and marvel at the way the boys can recite all the lines the way we know every word of The Outsiders.

I run to the water's edge and the cold ocean licks my toes. Without touching my face I can feel that it's wet with fog and tears and sweat. I stand there, on the cusp of the ocean and listen to its loud inhale. And then it recedes and takes everything from my childhood with it the porcelain dolls, the tap-dancing shoes, the concert ticket stubs, the tiny trophies, and the long, long swing.

But I know these things will never come back,

how precious individuals and places become the moment that the possibility of leaving them turns into fact.

I have tender, romantic associations with upstate New York.

The world is shaped by two things — stories told and the memories they leave behind.

The nutcracker sits under the holiday tree, a guardian of childhood stories. Feed him walnuts and he will crack open a tale...

I tell the story to you now, but in each telling the story itself changes a little, changes direction, and that in turn changes you and me. So be very careful not only in how you repeat it but in how you remember it, goslings. More often than you realize it, the world is shaped by two things -- stories told and the memories they leave behind.

With luck, you were read aloud to as a child.

She remembered reading somewhere that although the body ages and weakens, and the mind grows older and sometimes slower too, the human spirit never ages. When we age we may have difficulty in climbing stairs or leaping over fences, and our memories may not be quite as sharp as they were at 14, but we still feel the same inside as we felt when we were young and were just setting out on the great adventure which is life.

Hearing him talk about his mother, about his intact family, makes my chest hurt for a second, like someone pierced it with a needle.