Quotes About Memories

How wonderful the days when all was well. How necessary, also, that we must release them now. It is fine enough to glance at the past, but one must never focus there overlong. Don't you think?

his name possibly handed down through generations like an heirloom—a coin or a favorite piece of jewelry—from long-dead ancestors who possessed no tokens to pass along, save for their names and their stories.

Time passes... but memories do not.

The best times of my life, the times that passed by me the most quickly, were the times when the roses grew wild.

Nothing takes you from thirty years old to thirteen faster than your mother's voice rebounding up the stairs like a tennis ball after a forehand slice.

There will always be those memories that tie us together, those invisible strings. The careless stitches of mother and daughter. Suddenly

May the two of you walk the shore side by side sharing sister stories for many years to come.

Find the beautiful things, little brother. Every time you mourn for me, I'll be far away. But when you celebrate, I'll be right there with you, dancing.

No matter who else passed through my life, no one would take the place of my brother. He would always be the only one with whom I shared the quiet beginnings of life, the awkwardness of growing up, the secret hiding places of childhood, the early hours of Christmas mornings waiting for Santa Claus, the arguments over space in the backseat of a car, the walk to school on the first day, and the rough times after things didn't go so well.

I tried to make sense of what she'd said. "A Sears house. . . . You know, I think this was a Sears Catalog house. I'd forgotten all about that, but I recall Aunt Ruth talking about Poppy ordering the house, and a railcar delivering it in pieces." "Yes!" Hanna Beth smiled. "I remem

the past travels with you. It's whether you run from it or learn from it that makes all the difference.

memories are like boats floating out from their anchors. they drift through the edges of our consciousness, unnoticed, unexamined, mere shadows, until we run across the thing to which they are anchored. Wrapping our hands around the ropes, we pull them to the dock again, and they are as clear and as real as if we had experienced them yesterday.

We used to sit up on the roof with the couple from across the hall and play records and dance?' I sighed, wondering how we had come so far up in income and so far down in the things that really mattered.

were the times when the roses grew wild.

Aunque la vida nos lleve por diferentes caminos, el corazón siempre recuerda a donde pertenece.

Someone was always leaving and never coming back. The wooden houses wait like old wives along this road; they are everywhere, abandoned, leaning, turning gray.

My mom moved up between Leland and Greenville when I was just a little tot.

Soon I will be an old, white-haired lady, into whose lap someone places a baby, saying, "Smile, Grandma!" — I, who myself so recently was photographed on my grandmother's lap.

Our love for people doesn't end when they pass away. More often our feelings deepen as we realize how much they mean to us and how dearly we miss them.

celebrations.

I mean, I kind of remember... I'm 36 now, so it's kind of hard for me to relate to what it was like when I was 25, or 24, but I do remember a period in time when that's how I defined who I was, by the music I listened to and the movies I went to.

cupids instead. The plates with the remnants of that evening's

I am deeply saddened by the death of my dear friend, Dudley Moore.

We stand around the tray. Just staring at it. Forever in awe. The chicken fried steak will be just as she remembered it. The biscuits will flake just like they used to. The pecan pie will be sweet and will take her back to those times she sat at the tables just outside the shack on a summer's day. And for once, she'll have fresh strawberry ice cream to go with it.