Quotes About Memories

Charles Dickens once said that "Home" is simply a name, a word, but it's a strong one; stronger than any magician ever spoke, or spirit ever answered to, in the strongest conjuration. And when I saw Blake again after we thought he'd died, as I held his son's hand in that hospital room, I finally understood how, sometimes, "Home" is not a place. It's a person . . .

Yeah. A mom, dad, a kid brother. A house you've lived in, like, forever. Good friends all over the neighborhood. Knowing everyone. Going on family vacations around the world. It's, like, a Hollywood movie family.

E pensou o mesmo naquele momento, porque os sentimentos perturbadores permaneciam ali, sob o bolso do peito do colete, onde ele guardava um toco de lápis que ela havia deixado para trás na noite anterior.

I never rode in an automobile until I was 12.

Relationships in life don't really end, even if you never see the person again. Every person you've been close to lives on somewhere inside you. Your past lovers, your parents, your friends, people both alive and dead (symbolically or literally)--all of them evoke memories, conscious or not.

Relationships in life don't really end, even if you never see the person again. Every person you've been close to lives on somewhere inside you.

Relationships in life don't really end, even if you never see the person again. Every person you've been close to lives on somewhere inside you. Your past lovers, your parents, your friends, people both alive and dead (symbolically or literally)—all of them evoke memories, conscious or not. Often they inform how you relate

It's much harder to find the strength to live your life when those you love are gone." He

We have no control over what haunts us. We're helpless to it.

If you look closely you'll find all my lovers inscribed on my skin.

For old times' sake.

day when we were young and lovely.

We used to all come outside when the streetlights came on and prowl the neighborhood in a pack, a herd of kids on banana-seat bikes and minibikes. The grown-ups looked so silly framed in their living-room and kitchen windows. They complained about their days and sighed deep sighs of depression and loss. They talked about how spoiled and lucky children were these days. We will never be that way, we said, we will never say those things.

The pain of losing people you love is the price of the ticket for getting to know them at all.

I am homesick and I am timesick . . . I miss all that no longer is, Lil says.

It was 1965 and life seemed easier. Her parents were alive and so was her brother, her bones were hard and strong and her vision perfect....It was 1965 and she was filled with hope, lush pots of ivy spilling from her window boxes as she leaned out late in the day to see the sunset, to smell the river, to watch her husband turn the corner as he headed home. She was so alive.

Some people aren't meant to stay in your life. But, that doesn't mean you can't carry a piece of them in your heart.

He remembered kissing her… falling for her. Then how she'd left the mountain without looking back, forgetting about him with shocking, heartbreaking ease. Now she was back. And she'd kissed him like maybe she hadn't forgotten him after all...

Of all her childhood memories, her favorite was never having to pay bills.

Fact was, she just wasn't that same person anymore. Her remaining scar was a reminder of that, like an ex-smoker who kept a pack of cigarettes somewhere as proof she was stronger than that. It was a badge of honor and a marker place for where she was in her life right now. And as it turned out, memories—the good, the bad, and the ugly—really were what made a person.

Nothing wrong with holding on to good memories, he said quietly. I've held on to mine.

He had to laugh. "Lotti, when I first met you, you were in PE class wearing a baggy T-shirt and sweats and I wanted you." "I'm being serious, Sean." "So am I.

I once lost five years listening to a Pink Floyd album.

There are moments in your life that, when you look back at them, you realize were perfect.