Quotes About Memories

For that was the terrible power of the dementors: to force their victims to relive the worst memories of their lives, and drown, powerless, in theirown despair. . . .

. . . the companions of our childhood always possess a certain power over our minds which hardly any later friend can obtain.

I have people who love me. I have people who will be with me until the absolute end. I have the warmth of knowing that when I am gone, no matter when that is, the people near me will speak of me and remember me and keep me in their souls for the rest of their lives. I have helped people, and I have people who have helped me. Letting someone help you is the nicest thing you can do for anyone.

When you put down the good things you ought to have done, and leave out the bad ones you did do well, that's Memoirs.

We are all here for a spell; get all the good laughs you can.

Ireland treats you more like a friend than a tourist.

when you're with someone who is dying, you may need to celebrate the past, live the present, and mourn the future all at the same time.

If you stayed at home, you might not get the opportunity to go to that place again. But if you went, you could always com back.

But mostly, when I look back, what I remember is not Mom rushing about; it's Mom sitting quietly in the center of the house, in the living room, under the swirling colors of a Paul Jenkins painting; there would be a fire in the fireplace and a throw over her lap, her hands sticking out to hold a book. And we all wanted to be there with her and Dad, reading quietly too.

I realized then that for all of us part of the process of mom's dying was mourning, not just her death, but also the death of our dreams of things to come. You don't really lose the person who has been.

I realized then that for all of us, part of the process of Mom's dying was mourning not just her death but also the death of our dreams of things to come. You don't really lose the person who has been; you have all those memories.

Almost all the earliest conversations I remember with my parents were about books:

The Last Lecture by Randy Pausch,

If you would ask my mom what books I liked growing up, I liked Dr. Seuss.

Some memories are realities, and are better than anything that can ever happen to one again.

When we look back, the only things we cherish are those which in some way met our original want; the desire which formed in us in early youth, undirected, and of its own accord.

I suppose there were moonless nights and dark ones with but a silver shaving and pale stars in the sky, but I remember them all as flooded with the rich indolence of a full moon.

Return enraptur'd Hours, When Delia's heart was mine; When she, with wreaths of flowers, My Temples wou'd entwine. When Jealousy nor care Corroded in my Breast, But Visions, light as Air, Presided o'er my Rest— Now Nightly round my Bed No airy Visions play; No Flowers crown my Head Each Vernal Holyday? For far from those sad Plains My Lovely Delia flies, And rack'd with Jealous Pains, Her wretched Lover dies.34

Scarcely a tear to shed; Hardly a word to say; The end of a Summer's day; Sweet Love is dead.

Flatter me, and I may not believe you. Criticize me, and I may not like you. Ignore me, and I may not forgive you. Encourage me, and I will not forget you.

He who kisses joy as it flies by will live in eternity's sunrise.

A corollary to this idea is that the past, which people are likely to idealize during an ending

When you are old and gray and full of sleep,And nodding by the fire, take down this book.

I kiss you and kiss you, With arms around my own, Ah, how shall I miss you, When, dear, you have grown.