Quotes About Memories

The first years of my life are of no imprtance. At the age of nine, I was packed off to a preparatory school in the South of England, and for the next four years led the usual life of a preparatory-school boy. I indulged in midnight feasts and was periodically beaten.

Never shall I forget the time I spent with you. Please continue to be my friend, as you will always find me yours.

Never shall I forget the times I spent with you continue to be my friend, as you will always find me yours.

Never forget the days I spent with you. Continue to be my friend, as you will always find me yours.

Never shall I forget the days I spent with you. Continue to be my friend, as you will always find me yours.

I do not have the money anymore. It was all yours, after all. I slipped the check into the silk lining of the coffin when I kissed you good-bye for the last time.

He felt, sometimes, like the keeper of memories-the one who had to facilitate that invisible transition between the way it used to be and the way it would be from now on.

What became of all those lost balloons: they were the loves that slipped out of our fists; the blank eyes that rose in every night sky.

Family's not a thing, it's a place,' Shay said softly. 'It's where all the memories get kept.

So much time is spent with people superficially. You remember all the fun you had but nothing specific.

How do you walk into someone's life again after twenty-eight years? How do you pick up, when you were too young to know where you left off.

Those eyes, they've got a history with mine. They were the first things I saw when I came to, after being hit in the skull with a baseball thrown by Patrick at Little League. They were the fortification I needed at sixteen to ride the chairlift at Sugarloaf, although I am terrified of heights. For almost my whole life, they've told me I'm doing all right, during moments when it was not in my own power to answer.

There are all sorts of losses people suffer- from the small to the large. You can lose your car keys, your glasses, your virginity. You can lose your head, you can lose your heart, you can lose your mind. You can relinquish your home to move into assisted living, or have a child move overseas, or see a spouse vanish into dementia. Loss is more than just death, and grief is the gray shape-shifter of emotion.

She is the person I ran to when I got my period; the one who helped me knit back together my first broken heart; the hand I would reach for in the middle of the night when I could no longer remember which side our father parted his hair on, or what it sounded like when our mother laughed. No matter what she is now, before all that, she was my built-in best friend.

Inside was my father's wallet, his reading glasses, his wedding ring. Identity, insight, heart: the only things we leave behind.

The crisis might be what sticks in my mind, but the in-between moments are the ones I would not have missed for the world.

Just because you leave someone doesn't mean you ever let them go. Even when you couldn't see me, you knew deep down I was still there.

the arms of his swim team sweatshirt still wrapped around the pillow on the bed - Em had said it smelled of him.

Do you ever go back? Ruthann nods, When I need to remember where I came from, or where I'm headed.

Loss is more than just death, and grief is the gray shape-shifter of emotion.

If only you could keep them that way: cast in amber, never growing up

It does not matter who forgives you, if you're the one who can't forget.

Daddy, you would say, look at my braids. Look at the worst bug bite ever. Look at my handstand, my eggroll dive, my finger painting. Look at my splinter, my spelling list, my somersault, the toad I found. Look at the present I made you, the grade I got, the acceptance letter. Look at the diploma, the ultrasound, your granddaughter. I couldn't possibly remember all the things you've asked me to look at. I just remember that you asked.

There are an endless number of people who have left a love-shaped hole in the heart of someone else.