Quotes About Memories

I don't like to say goodbye," said Lunay. "You prefer 'Until we meet again'?" asked Cindy. "No, I'm rather partial to keep a banana in your pocket so if we meet again I'll know you're happy to see me.

The past is desirable, more often than not, because it can make no demands.

How is it that we never completely comprehend our love for someone until they're gone?

He took twelve pictures that day. Within a few days he showed me the contact sheet. "This one has the magic," he said. When I look at it now, I never see me. I see us.

Lost things. They claw through the membranes, attempting to summon our attention through an indecipherable mayday. Words tumble in helpless disorder. The dead speak. We have forgotten how to listen.

Some things melt before they become memories.

Spanish pilgrims travel on Camino de Santiago from monastery to monastery, collecting small medals to attach to their rosary as proof of their steps. I have stacks of Polaroids, each marking my own, that I sometimes spread out like tarots or baseball cards of an imagined celestial team.

I have a lock of his hair, a handful of his ashes, a box of his letters, a goatskin tambourine. And in the folds of faded violet tissue a necklace, two violet plaques etched in Arabic, strung with black and silver threads, given to me by the boy who loved Michelangelo.

I felt connected to the modest peace offered with the fare, thinking about nothing. Just wisps of things, meaningless things, like remembering my mother once told me that Van Johnson always wore red socks, even in black and white movies.

said good-bye to my corner. —What will happen to the tables and chairs? I asked.

In all the world one may always hope to recapture something lost.

How is it that we never completely comprehend our love for someone until they're gone? (P.92)

We lost contact with Ed but a decade later he was with me in an unexpected way. As I approached the microphone with my electric guitar to sing the opening line "So you want to be a rock 'n' roll star," I remembered his words. Small prophecies.

Please stay forever I say to the things I know. Don't go. Don't grow.

When I look at it now, I never see me. I see us.

I would later make large detailed drawings of these humorously humiliating moments for Robert. He delighted in them, seeming to appreciate all the qualities that repelled or alienated me from others. Through this visual dialogue my youthful memories became his. I

You always leave something behind when you start something new.

It's not running away when you're going back home.

Just being alive - even if you're only on the planet for a few years - is struggle enough. You've earned the right to be remembered.

and now we get to the hard part. the endings, the farewells, and the famous last words. if you don't hear from me often, remember that you're in my thoughts.

We have missed him in the sunshine, in the storm, in the twilight, ever since.

For several years Quinn had been having the same conversations with this man, whose name he did not know. Once, when he had been in the luncheonette, they had talked about baseball, and now, each time Quinn came in, they continued to talk about it. In the winter, the talk was of trades, predictions, memories. During the season, it was always the most recent game. They were both Mets fans, and the hopelessness of that passion had created a bond between them.

His mother's name was Rose, and when he was big enough to tie his shoes and stop wetting the bed, he was going to marry her.

Desde então, sob o sol radioso, sob a tempestade, ao crepúsculo, sentimos amargamente a sua falta