Quotes About Memories

Red is one of my favorite colors, but blue is my first favorite, because when I was 6 years old, I lived with my grandfather in Seattle, me & my grandfather used to sit outside and look up at the blue sky."

What really makes my day is to see this picture of me graduating from Osseo senior high school in 2016."

I'll go back. I'll go back through that Kruger Park. After the war, if there are no bandits any more, our mother may be waiting for us. And maybe when we left our grandfather, he was only left behind, he found his way somehow, slowly, through the Kruger Park, and he'll be there. They'll be home, and I'll remember them.

Certain emotions bridge the years and link unlikely places.

I don't want to lose my memories. Don't make me forget. I would rather die as Elena, than live as a shadow.

Our memories make us... even the darkest of them all.

Fathers and mothers," she found herself saying, "leave their mark, no matter if we've known them a lifetime or only a day.

Dearest Matthew, We buried your father today. Do you know what his last words were to me? "Damn stubborn woman.

There would be no more presents of fossils or bribes of sweet desserts, no more ambushing kisses, no more challenges, no more Drew. The rocks in her gut turning to blocks of ice, she took a step toward the den, intent on following his fading scent.

I can't bury someone I love again. Not ever." He pressed his lips to hers. "Please don't make me, Holly.

Elena, Raphael'in sözlerinde geleceÄŸini görebiliyordu. "Benim an?lar?m? almazs?n," diye hat?rlatt? ona. "O aÅŸamaya geldiÄŸimizde bana istediÄŸini yapabilirsin ama an?lar?m? almaya kalkma." "Ölmeyi mi tercih edersin?" "Evet." "Öyle olsun" sf 364

Slater Patalis had been drawn to their suburban home because of Elena. Until that awful, cruel day a lifetime ago, they'd been a family of six. Jeffrey, Marguerite, and their four girls. Mirabelle, with her hot blood and wild affection. Ariel, even tempered and bossy and protective. Elena, who wanted to do everything her older sisters did, and Beth, too young to truly remember now who they'd been together before Slater Patalis walked through the kitchen door.

There was a reason Titus tried not to become too close to mortals; he'd made mortal friends in his youth… and he mourned them to this day. Those who saw mortals as cattle had never danced close to their small, brilliant lights and been singed in the aftermath. It broke his heart to think of friends gone, gifts lost forever, dazzling

All my loves leave me in the winter snow.

Oh, what a gift God made when He created dogs. She had loved—and laid to rest—so many sweet dogs in her lifetime—each with its own personality; each with its own way of bringing comfort; each with solemn, loving eyes that were filled with all the wisdom in the world; and each leaving a gaping hole in her heart when they died and making her vow to never get another, never set herself up for so much sadness again. But she always did.

Sadly, that's how life is—the moments are fleeting—in the next breath, they are just memories. And, at the end of our lives, we are left with only that—a collection of memories to warm our hearts, to give us direction, and to offer us a safe haven when the storms of life are overwhelming. But some don't even have that.

May today's short moments of joy become treasured memories in the future.

It was funny the way memory obliged the heart. His happy recollections were always afloat in his soupy subconscious where so many of his darker memories had sunk to the underbelly of his past and been as good as lost forever. But without conscious instruction, memory had edited and enlarged the finest moments of his life and stored them like masterpieces in the private gallery of his personal history.

A woman without a past is like a fruitcake without brandy—insipid!

Anytime we worked a quilt, it was the thing to do to set out an empty chair. It was for the missing woman. The friend who might call, just as you'd sat to quilt, and who might bring a loaf of bread, lend a hand, do a square.... There are times I miss the things I haven't done in my life. The things that Savannah is so good at doing, like taking up the empty chair.

I am my own tapestry, then, made as I could for myself. Some holes in my fabric have been made by others, some torn by chance. Missing threads in the weave represent all those I have loved who died so long before me

A week later, I walked to Gwyneth's house. She and Dorothy and I shared tea and we wept for Jacob. We talked. We smiled a little. Then I left and waited for Cullah, and thought what a great emptiness was left by Jacob's passing. At last, I sat at the front door, on the chair where Patience had died. I held my hands folded at my heart, and ached for all who had passed from my world

Did you know some of the stars have names? He looked at me and smiled with that warm look he gets now and then. Yes, he said, but I don't know their names, do you? No, I said, but lets name them ourselves. We'll name them after everyone we love that is already in heaven, and every night when we see their star, we'll have a good memory of them instead of a sad one. See how beautiful it is up there?

Y nos meceremos una y otra vez, adelante y atrás, y te acuerdas de cuando éramos crías y le estábamos cuidando la casa a tus profesoras y resultó que eran lesbianas, y lo tensas que estábamos porque sabíamos que tendríamos que pasar los siguientes cuatro años en universidades distintas, empezando por aquel mismo verano, porque yo me iba a un estúpido campamento…