Quotes About Memories

I'm just like 'mother, please,' She always videos and the video is not of me, it's of the sky or the ground because she's always jumping around. Mum is not very good at videoing or cheering.

My dad had a commercial film company, so he had a videotape player before anyone. So he got Mel Brooks movies or Citizen Kane or some classic old movies. And every summer the revival house in Evanston would show the great films from the '50s and '60s and '70s.

For almost thirty years I repeatedly saw one and the same dream: I would arrive in Vienna at long last. I would feel really happy, for I was returning to my serene childhood.

I returned to Vietnam in '94, and even then, all those decades later, walking around that place, I remained afraid. And, in some ways, rightly so.

The drummer in my first band was killed in Vietnam. He kind of signed up and joined the marines. Bart Hanes was his name. He was one of those guys that was jokin' all the time, always playin' the clown.

I carry the memories of the ghosts of a place called Vietnam - the people of Vietnam, my fellow soldiers.

I did three tours in Vietnam. I guess a total of about almost two years.

My father was a builder. During my high school years, I worked for him. One summer, I was working with a guy who had just come back from Vietnam and had been a tunnel rat. He wouldn't talk about the experience, but it sounded really scary to me.

I only had, like, 4 CDs when I was in college, and one of them was the soundtrack to 'Good Morning Vietnam' - that's how much I don't know about music.

My father made many narrow escapes during his time in Vietnam.

When I was younger, my dad taught me how to cook. He's a genius in the kitchen. I went to Vietnam with my parents, and I went on a cooking course with him.

I've been doing the Vietnamese nail lady impressions since my mom first took me to get my nails done when I was 12.

The ordinary experiences of aging alter and clarify your view of past, present, and future.

Put a picture of yourself as a child in view somewhere, to remind yourself to be playful.

My grandmother flew only once in her life, and that was the day she and her new husband ascended into the skies of Victorian London in the wicker basket of a hot-air balloon. They were soon to emigrate to Canada, and the aerial ride was meant to be a last view of their beloved England.

I am kind of a private person, so I don't miss that part of show business at all. Looking back on my career in television and making a movie like 'The Sound of Music' from an adult point of view, it actually seems kind of unreal. I was involved in shows that people grew up with - that hold memories for them - and it's a cool feeling.

In humans, smell is often viewed as an aesthetic sense, as a sense capable of eliciting enduring thoughts and memories. Smell, however, is the primal sense. It is the sense that affords most organisms the ability to detect food, predators, and mates.

I don't expect ever to find the kind of happiness I had with Henry." "Why not?" "A love like that can only happen once in a lifetime." Gabriel pondered that. "I certainly don't understand everything about love," he said almost humbly. "But I don't think it works like that.

It's a house. No more and no less. There isn't a structure on earth that could last forever. But a family goes on." -Leo

Beneath the conversations and silences and reconnecting intimacy, I tried to reconcile the adult Hardy had become with the boy I had known and longed for. It troubled me to realize they weren't the same...but of course I wasn't the same either.

First," he said, "let me remind everyone that in my youth, I was by no means the angel I am now." Lillian's mouth twisted. "Believe me, Kingston... no one's forgotten.

And there were no rules for how to deal with the death of someone you loved. You had to accept that the loss would always stay with you, like a reminder note pinned to the inside of your jacket. But there were still opportunities for happiness. Even joy.

After a long moment, he heard his mother say ruefully, "Sometimes I miss the days when I could solve any of my children's problems with a nap and a biscuit.

The span of three or four minutes is pretty insignificant in the scheme of things. People lose hundreds of minutes every day, squandering them on trivial things. But sometimes in those fragments of time, something can happen you'll remember the rest of your life.