Quotes About Memories

Llueve tanto como el día que nos conocimos, el noviembre pasado. Las gotas son tan gordas que caen como en cintas, ¿te acuerdas?

Las canciones que sonaban en la radio, de repente, me recordaban a Annie y a mí; los poemas que leía parecían haberse escrito especialmente para nosotras. Empezamos a mandarnos los poemas que más nos gustaban. Me habría gastado todos mis ahorros en comprarle plantas si no hubiera sabido lo mucho que le molestaba que yo tuviera dinero a menudo y ella no.

You've got to pay visits to your memories from time to time. You've got to feed them, take them out and air them, show them around, tell them to other people or to yourself. If you don't, they waste away.

Your childhood stays with you all your life, no matter where you go.

No, I stayed home. And yet, in one way or another -- by way of telephone conversations, letters, photographs, or simply memories -- all of these worlds were part of my day today.

I was thrilled one year when I was younger when not only did my brothers get hockey sticks for Christmas - but I did too!

There they are, held like flies in the amber of that moment—click goes the camera and on goes life; the minutes, the days, the years, the decades, taking them further and further from that happiness and promise of youth, from the hopes Aunt Sadie must have had for them, and from the dreams they dreamed for themselves. I often think there is nothing quite so poignantly sad as old family groups.

Marshall Field's Department Store....I spent - in more ways than one - the afternoon shipping in the vast and famous old store downtown....And then I had them mail a catalog home, too, jus tin case I'd missed something.

This toast is for all of us," he said. "Not for what we're about to become, but for what we've been, to each other, for so many years." In

Trying to forgive all these years, I had suppressed my anger and memories because I couldn't forgive if I acknowledged my experiences

With his passing, it seemed the sun stopped shining on our family.

Memories flooded back for me as I mourned increasing losses.

The only way for me to survive with some dignity and recapture a corner of my sanity was to shut down the compartment that contained the painful memories, the insults, and the lies.

Then, as we turned the final curve past the abandoned little hamlet of Ballydubh, with the village almost out of sight, he forced me to turn around and take in the full sweep of the mountains and the sea. "And there", he said, "is your An Clohan. You had best said good-bye, now.

Stop it,' he whispered. Hid lidded eyes winced. His hands faltered up to cover his face. Dusty did not stop. 'If I'd known you-if I'd known you when you were alive, I think I would have loved you, too.' Dusty, please stop.' He could barely speak. I think I do love you.' Her voice had dropped to a whisper, because it was a truth like a silver sword. 'I think I do. I cry, too.

the morning after Haley's party and

Fabulous Aunt Fancy had died on her sixtieth birthday while parachuting from an airplane.

Music is one of the most efficient mood elevators we have. People in nursing homes, whether ambulatory or even bedridden, whether lucid or not, would be provided with great pleasure by your playing. Maybe they could even dream, return to the best times in their lives, when they were loved.

Music is one of the most efficient mood elevators we have. People in nursing homes, whether ambulatory or even bedridden, whether lucid or not, would be provided with great pleasure by your playing. Maybe they could even dream, return to the best times in their lives, when they were loved." Tears filled Sophie's eyes. "I've never heard you

premier firm in Seattle. Seeing his pre-teen scrawl should have made him smile at his young self.

British Prime Minister Tony Blair told the world about the tragedy: "She was the people's princess, and that is how she will stay in our hearts and memories forever.

Peter) Some of the most important scenes in our lives are ones we do not witness.

We travel from birth to death, from past to future, and each second which ticks by is gone forever.

Books were like old friends, with their worn covers and well-thumbed pages..