Quotes About Memories

He did not enjoy the sorrow, but he would not have missed the years that he and Joseph were friends, either. Such joy was worth a little sorrow.

She said, once, shortly before she died, that roses smelled like happiness. Whenever she smelled a rose, she thought of the day we met.

Bonarata was charming, but I couldn't forget or forgive him for

My New Year's Eve Toast: to all the devils, lusts, passions, greeds, envies, loves, hates, strange desires, enemies ghostly and real, the army of memories, with which I do battle — may they never give me peace.

January. It was all things. And it was one thing, like a solid door. Its cold sealed the city in a gray capsule. January was moments, and January was a year. January rained the moments down, and froze them in her memory: [...]Every human action seemed to yield a magic. January was a two-faced month, jangling like jester's bells, crackling like snow crust, pure as any beginning, grim as an old man, mysteriously familiar yet unknown, like a word one can almost but not quite define.

Husbands come and go, children come and eventually they go. Friends grow up and move away. But the one thing that's never lost is your sister.

But sometimes I still think about Mr Ramsay and the summer evenings when he would stand in the centre of the paddock and I would ride Perdita in that magic circle that shut out the troubled unease of the world and enclosed the three of us in a dream of fair horses.

But most often this was how she remembered it: gray and forbidding, with sharp-edged boulders covered by patches of snow and trees the color of lead against dank clouds that drifted like smoke through the mountains.

In Moonlight No Soft sweet paw on my cheek No Fur curled under my chin Just A sad space left behind - Gray cat gone away. [Ellie's poem]

When I walk the path between the gardens everyone is there, Mama and Papa, the aunts, Caleb and Jack. Aunt Harriet plays the flute-- But the best thing of all is that Grandfather is there waiting for me, smiling. He gives my dog husband a bone. "Be good to Cassie," he says. "Oui," says Nick. I am astonished. I have never heard Nick speak French words. "You speak French!" I cry. "I retrieve, too," says my dog husband.

I remember years ago when you first came here. I took a picture of you and Jacob and Caleb--he was little then. And Anna. And the dogs." He looked at Lottie and Nick. "They're a little older now." "We all are," said Mama. "Anna married Justin this past week." "So I heard," said Joshua. Joshua shook Grandfather's hand. "Hello, John," he said. "I'm older, too," said Grandfather with a smile.

Patricia MacLachlan

Patricia MacLachlan

There is always something to miss, no matter where you are.

There are always things to miss," said Maggie. "No matter where you are.

Byrd: It is important because we are giving her something to take away with her when she goes. Lalo: What will she take with her? Byrd: Us. Sophie: And what will we have when she's gone? Byrd looked at Sophie and shook her head because she couldn't speak

Four other babies were born between me and my brother. There are no notches for them.

Inside my head I carry: my baby goat, my baby brother, my ama's face, our family's future. My bundle is light. My burden is heavy.

He was hungry for the warmth of another human being, and I was hungry for his warmth. And in different ways, we were both hungry for our mothers, he for the pleasant memories that were either true or a trick of his imagination, I for the memories that were best forgotten but ultimately forgiven. We were all flawed. I'd never met anyone who made me understand and accept that better than Beethoven.

You'd have to go through at least four different hugs to get from the kitchen to the front room. Those relatives!'.

I told her that saying goodbye didn't matter, not a bit. What mattered were all the days you were together before that, all the things you remembered.

I spent the months with Houston regretting leaving you. When I heard you were no longer with my grandfather, I thought I had lost you. I don't ever wish to live through that time again." Perhaps

these past few years. They had filled her

There really is no downside to travel, save a little jet lag and a dented bank account. A small price to pay for a million-dollar experience.