Quotes About Memories

I'm going to write about them as I took them -- with a smile.

A war produces corpses, but it does not bury them. At least, it doesn't bury them deep. I suspected that North's corpses were coming back to greet him, for we all have a string of spirits trailing at our back. They are like the anchoring tail of an enormous kite. If you handle them with respect, they only whisper a little bit sometimes, and the trail behind you is faded and vague. Handle them wrong--as North, perhaps, was finding out--and the spirits turn from mist to the dark smoke of napalm.

You had a good time today, right?" Kira asked. "Wasn't it amazing?" "Yeah," Jason repeated. "But anything with you is amazing.

They love us, heal us, teach us, make us laugh and sometimes break our hearts with their passing.

Better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.

He spake well who said that graves are the footprints of angels. -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

When we were merely little girls, still full of innocence and wonder, I tied your shoes and made sure your lip wasn't bleeding. "Best friends since third grade," we've always said. We've been to hell and back, with our bleeding hearts and tampered souls.

goalposts, tore chunks of the field as souvenirs, and surrounded our team in their mud- and grass-stained

When I was first getting to know her we were in a viewing room at the funeral parlor looking at a new line of cigar-shaped caskets that were called "Time Capsules of the Future.

but every living soul is a book of their own history, which sits on the ever-growing shelf in the library of human memories.

we have to save the history we have. You never know what small bit of it might change your life--or change the whole world.

I came back from the funeral and crawled around the apartment, crying hard, searching for my wife's hair. For two months got them from the drain, from the vacuum cleaner, under the refrigerator, and off the clothes in the closet. But after other Japanese women came, there was no way to be sure which were hers, and I stopped. A year later, repotting Michiko's avocado, I find a long black hair tangled in the dirt.

I hope that after I die, people will say of me: "That guy sure owed me a lot of money."

Our dreams are made of real things, like a shoebox full of photographs.

You don't carry it around with you like a sackful of cinders.

Look at what they do in a lifetime," she said. "These hands lit fires, cooked, wove a thousand blankets and carpets. They helped children into the world. When you are old," Hagar said, "look at your hands, Ish, and think of what they have done, good things and bad. Hands are like faces. Every scar a story

Home. It is the place where once we lived and laughed, where we grew up with the assumption that all would be well, where we met our first love, where life stretched endlessly ahead. This is the place that now becomes a desert of the heart. —Kory Tyler, Musings, 1412           Gabe

but loss is the one constant we all have to deal with. It's the price of living. We lose parents, friends, relatives. We lose the place we grew up in, and we lose the whole circle of our acquaintances. We spend ungodly amounts of time wondering whatever happened to former teachers and lovers and scoutmasters.

The happiest moments of my life have been the few which I have passed at home in the bosom of my family. —Thomas Jefferson, Letters, 1790

We don't fear death because we lose tomorrow, but because we lose yesterday, with its sweet poignancy, its memories of growing children, of friends and lovers, of all that we have known. Nobody else has really been there in the way we have. And when the lights go out for us, for you or me, the lights go out in that world, too.

Regret piles up around us like books we have never read.

Ernie's past friendship. Your debt is to the living.

These few weeks can either be the longest or the shortest in our lives. But when you look back, you would realize that they were also the most rewarding.

While we are alive we should sit among colored lights and taste good wines, and discuss our adventures in far places; when we are dead, the opportunity is past.