Quotes About Memories

The way you said I love you said I'll never sleep with you said I will always kept a list of all your favorite moments in a composition book and would underline the ones involving me with blue ink

All dressed up, we thought we looked so old. Now, of course, we look at the picture and see how young we actually were. We get younger every year.

like the airwaves were taking a little longer to get here, so we could live in yesterday a little longer, even if it felt wrong.

Kids don't really get to hear their parents giggle enough if you ask me...

In the long term, I can see how siblings could be helpful in life?someone to share family secrets with, someone of your own generation who knows if your memories are right or wrong, someone who sees you at eight and eighteen and forty-eight all at the once, and doesn't mind. I understand that. But in the short term, siblings are at best a hassle and at worst a terror.

The important people in our lives leave imprints. They may stay or go in the physical realm, but they are always there in your heart, because they helped form your heart. There's no getting over that.

That's okay, you told me. I like them better when they're dried up. I'll keep them for years. Until our Get Rid of the Roses anniversary.

How do you commemorate a year? A paper anniversary, but we are the words written down, not the paper. If I could, I would give him a lime-green couch, a cabin by a lake, a fireworks display, an orchard of butterflies, and the certainty that I love him.

I still sing him songs before I am ready, sing him back the moments he has missed. as if to say, this is where I was when you couldn't find me.

The important people in our lives leave imprints. They may stay or go in the physical realm, but they are always in your heart.

I access our history and get the usual muddle of love and competition that any two sisters share.

My mother sewed my name into all my underwear. But, really, it was another boy's name I was ready to sew into my heart.

One last song. One last turn. One last street. no matter how hard you try to keep hold of a day, it's going to leave you

If I didn't have a boy, at least I had plenty of stories about boys. And honestly? Some of the stories were better than the boys themselves.

There is a part of childhood that is childish, and a part that is sacred.

The joy is in remembering; the pain is knowing it was yesterday.

I have to rely on Laurie to know that I wish he had been with me the last time I was on the roof. I have to trust that he knows I'm glad that I stayed.

Maybe it's because nothing ever tastes the same as it did when you were ten.

And this is what happened. We both took it as an opportunity to peel the wallpaper from our lives. The only thing I kept out were the photographs of my friends and family, placed on a wall with photographs of your friends and (less so) family on the other end, as if they were meeting for the first time, still too shy or wary to mingle.

I can see how siblings could be helpful in life—someone to share family secrets with, someone of your own generation who knows if your memories are right or not, someone who sees you at eight and eighteen and forty-eight all at once, and doesn't mind.

Knit me a sweater out of your best stories. Not the day's petty injustices. Not the glimmer of a seven-eighths-forgotten moment from your past. Not something that somebody said to somebody, who then told it to you. No, I want a yarn. It doesn't have to be true. "Okay," you say. "Do you want to know how I met you?" I nod. "It was on the carousel. You were on the pink horse, I was on the yellow. You

Defunct, adj. You brought home a typewriter for me.

When first love ends, most people eventually know there will be more to come. They are not through with love. Love is not through with them. It will never be the same as the first, but it will be better in different ways. I

One last song. One last turn. One last street. No matter how hard you try to keep hold of a day, its going to leave you