Quotes About Memories

symbolically or literally)—all of them evoke memories, conscious or not. Often they inform how you relate to yourself and others. Sometimes you have conversations with them in your head; sometimes they speak to you in your sleep.

Everyone should have at least one epic love story in their lives.

Every person you've been close to lives on somewhere inside you.

The final picture in the album was of Aunt Lovey and Uncle Stash, their black-and-white wedding photo. I hated that their picture came last, because it felt like they were saying goodbye.

It was only out on the cold street...that Riley began to feel the full loss of his father. Poppa, he thought, Oh Poppa. He'd grieved him since Christmas when he first took ill...but it was here now, an empty place where once had been Poppa. A quietness to replace Poppa's good voice. A gust of wind that said he was there, not on earth, but in the air. Riley knew he would not be the same man again, for Riley had been Poppa's son and was now only his survivor.

Funny how you can measure time by pets that were not even your own.

Millie, honey, Josh is gone." Millie

Memories pummeled Mariah as she climbed up the precarious wooden porch riddled with termite holes.

Use your memories to create something that keeps you warm at night, instead of clinging to worn-out emotions that tie you to past mistakes. We are all flawed, but we are also all perfect in our humanity.

Comfort and a vast understanding that love couldn't be killed. They would always love the people they'd lost, but that didn't mean they couldn't love each other as well. Love.

Who but my mother held those small pieces of my childhood? Where would they go when she was gone?

I hate the way bitterness is like a black, bubbling tar pit in me, and I hate the way so many memories of you are in that pit.

Sinatra was just one of Mom's friends.

Grandfather's skirts would flap in the wind along the churchyard path and I would hang on.

Closing his eyes, he saw every smile that Rebecca had ever directed his way and knew a pang of regret. He would have liked to have held her in his arms one last time before he died.

Memories don't age

Honeysuckle. She smelled of honeysuckle. He thought about her pert little nose. He'd wanted to smile every time she tilted it to demonstrate her disdain toward him. If her obvious hatred for him hadn't been so great, hadn't hurt so badly, he might have smiled.

She'd been a silly girl then, full of childish dreams. Sometimes she missed that young girl.

When you're young, you wish for things in the future, but when you grow old... you wish for things from the past to

He cradled her cheek and turned her head slightly, until their gazes met. "For whatever comfort this might bring you in the nights that follow, know this... when I thought death was a certainty, I chose a collection of memories that revolved around you to carry into the dark with me.

When you're young, you wish for things in the future, but when you grow old … you wish for things from the past

You'd think wouldn't hurt a little one, but the pain is a great as if they'd been with you all your life. You can't remember what it was like before they touched your heart and you can never forget them

ll return it to you as soon as all this is over.I'd rather you keep it as a remembrance of when you were my wife.

I count too heavily on birthdays, though I know I shouldn't. Inevitably I begin to assess my life by them, figure out how I'm doing by how many people remember; it's like the old fantasy of attending your own funeral: You get to see who your friends are, get to see who shows up.