Quotes About Memories

Ze pakte het volgende boek, schudde ermee om te zien of er een briefje in zat en sloeg het open. Trelawny's herinneringen aan Byron en Shelley. Ze sloeg het open en begon te lezen (want het was geen heilig exemplaar, geen zeldzaamheid, maar gedateerd Londen, 1932). Trelawny? De man die het lichaam van Shelley had verbrand en het hart had bewaard. Ja, die Trelawny. De piraat. Een reus. Ging na de dood van Shelley met Byron naar Griekenland.

You will go on and meet someone else and I'll just be a chapter in your tale, but for me, you were, you are and you always will be, the whole story.

Show me a person who doesn't have a past and I'll show you a boring bastard

Nenhum alívio há para o meu mal, e se me lembro das minhas alegrias maior é ainda o meu desespero.

You know,sometimes when people leave us,they leave big holes in our hearts.Some people talk about those holes all the time,hoping words will close them up.Other people pretend the hole aren't there,so that maybe they'll heal if they aren't bothered with so much

When someone you love, dies, it's as if they leave you with half shares of your life together. The person you were in their eyes dies with them.

When we participate actively in our lives and open our senses to all the stimuli around us, we build memories that can be retrieved and enjoyed the rest of our lives.

Over the years your bodies become walking autobiographies, telling friends and strangers alike of the minor and major stresses of your lives.

My first memories of religion were being taken to Episcopal church. My father was Catholic, but my mother, I believe, was Episcopal. So I sort of veered off into the watered-down version of Catholicism.

If you manage to live long enough, most of your greatest fears become fond memories to look back on.

She clung to the memories of her youth as if they were the only way she could save a piece of her soul from whatever it was she was about to face.

The last taste of sweets is sweetest last.

Two reasons I come down here every year: the food and there are multiple guys here every year.

Food is about being happy - at a table, thats probably where we spend most of our happiest hours.

What keeps me motivated is not the food itself but all the bonds and memories the food represents.

Peanut butter is the pate of childhood.

It's more intimate. Food can connect people in a forever sort of way.

I think things like food, the food of the south is sort of the common tie that binds us all, Black and White, the sense memories. It's a very particular part of the country.

I come from food the way some people come from money. Food was the medium I grew up in, what we talked about, what shaped our days.

Memories are like mulligatawny soup in a cheap restaurant. It is wiser not to stir them.

When I was a kid, my mother used to feed me mashed-potato sandwiches, brussel sprout sandwiches; my brain cells were starving from lack of food. I'll eat anything. I'll eat dirt.

Peanut butter - the pâté of childhood.

I don't eat a lot of junk food anymore, but I sure remember it. I used to go through boxes of Little Debbies. I liked Star Crunch, and of course those oatmeal pies.

Forgiveness changes the way we remember. It converts the curse into a blessing. Forgiveness indeed heals memories . . .