Quotes About Memories

I am a ghost in a land of phantoms and forgotten nightmares.

I am a ghost in a land of phantoms and remembered nightmares.

I left with a heavy heart and a still heavier suitcase--I had filled it with my favourite books.

I actually think that the food our mothers made may not be what we are nostalgic for. It's more an emotional picture of a mother who was always there, knew what we needed, loved us, let us run free when we wanted to explore.

A mother who tries to console her broken heart by fancying her departed child absent on his wonted chase after the dragon-fly, hums, How far to-day in chase, I wonder, Has gone my hunter of the dragon-fly!

You really have to clean up your room sometime, all these yellowed pages and scraps of paper completely covered with dust, someday no one will be able to find his way around in them.

In the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years. ~ Abraham Lincoln

Me too," I say. We sit there in the chair together, kissing like we did when we were sixteen and everything in the world seemed possible. Turns out, it is.

It's just a fact that once we lose our parents and grandparents, no one in our lives will ever love us like that again.

I know the first film I ever saw it must have been some time in 1924, when I was six or so... was Black Beauty. About a stallion. I still recall a sequence with fire. It was burning, I remember that vividly. And I remember too how it excited me, and how afterwards we bought the book of Black Beauty and how I learned the chapter on the fire by heart at that time I still hadn't learned to read.

I was deeply in love with my mother. She was very beautiful and in many ways unattainable. She changed between being very cold and very warm, and she would reject us children on and off. You never quite knew what she would do. But I was very certain of one thing: I loved her passionately. That's one of my earliest childhood memories. That I had such strong ties to my mother.

Too Soon to Say Goodbye, Buchwald writes about how he came to be admitted to a hospice facility in the Washington, D.C.

If you've ever wondered where the good songs go After they've had their day, You'll be glad to meet a man I know, Wrinkled old and gray. He collects the tunes that time has thrown aside— Puts them under lock and key; For a penny he is glad to set them free.

most days in life are ordinary. When special ones roll around, celebrate and make happy memories to carry you through the dull days.

I am the happiest man alive. And if I live to be a hundred, these past few days with you will be the standard I measure the world against.

We are the restless living, our names are not haloed by nostalgia.

Soon we slid into the long length of the Black Sea, and the Bosporus with all its memories lay far behind. One bade it adieu, as regretful, as sentimental an adieu as though one would never again return to its blue waters.

Who needs a suitcase? The notebooks are burnt.

You, the damnable place of my birth, my eternal Decembers.

In the end, we all have to decide what we're willing to give up for payback. We all have parents or grandparents or children who will need us. Agonizing decisions sometimes. You have to weigh the memories and debt against what's being taken from you.

I guess you will,' she said, and the two of them turned, their arms linked just the way they used to be long ago when they walked on the beach in Carmel, and together they walked across the wide hall of the courthouse to join the others.

When I tried to sing by myself, I felt sad and empty, for inevitably my father's favorite songs came to me, and before I got to "und auf den Wiesen blühen die Blümelein rot und blau" (and on the meadows bloom the little flowers red and blue), I had to hide and cry. He was buried somewhere in France, and I was sure no one had planted a flower on his resting place. Who would have, for a soldier who had fought for Hitler?

Castles Burning: A Child's Life in War, Magda Denes

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas, Just like the ones I used to know.