Quotes About Memories

It hurt too much to look back, so I kept my eyes fixed in front of me, and every time I took another step forward, I drifted farther away from the person I´d been with Master Yehudi. The best part of me was lying under the ground with him in the California desert.

Maybe it's better this way. You have to live in the present, right? The past is past, and no matter how much time I spend with those pictures, I'm never going to get it back.

A white linen tablecloth edged with pink roses -- Mama's favorite pattern -- flowed like a bride's train from sidewalk to curb to gutter. Papa stared at black boot marks crossing it like sins.

I missed my father driving us back from the Pomona State Fair, elbowing me awake, the Dodger postgame on the radio as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes just in time to see that sign, DICKENS-NEXT EXIT, and know I was home. Shit, I missed that sign. And what are cities really, besides signs and arbitrary boundaries?

It's everyone who ever lived in London. That was what the sign above the entrance to Hell had said. He saw it in his memories every day. He had so many questions. He worried about what that meant in practice. He'd seen, in Hell, people from all time periods. Did 'everyone' include visitors to London? Was one night at a Holiday Inn in Clapham enough to sentence you to eternal damnation? Better

Our Love has slowly slipped away,Our Love has seen its better day.

In his mind, he held up all the artifacts he had collected over the years and wondered about their true value.

And it reminded me of when we used to come down, be staying for a few days in the hotel at Russell Square, the President Hotel. We were little kids, you know? We

The sharpest memory of our old-fashioned Christmas eve is my mother's hand making sure I was settled in bed.

Ever since I was a little kid, I've felt comfortable in a suit. It all started when my mom bought me a three-piece Pierre Cardin suit. I wore that thing everywhere. Eventually I realized I was going to be the kid who got beat up in school, but I kept wearing it.

Memories are important, like the bones of the mind. We build ourselves upon them, flesh and blood moulded around the pictures of what is past. I

Grief is the price we pay for having loved.

Memories are important, like the bones of the mind. We build ourselves upon them, flesh and blood moulded around the pictures of what is past.

Sometimes I think Pa hates it because the things I remember are nt for me to be forgiven, but for him. And he can't forget or forgive himeself. That's why he never sleeps, and why he drinks so much. He told me once that there are no memories at the bottom of a glass.

broiling Sunday afternoons in what I still call Joe Robbie Stadium.

party. I'm long gone from that scene.

That was the nature of presents. You kept them in the giver's stead. They were a small part of that person to keep.

Close your eyes and I'll kiss you, Tomorrow I'll miss you.

When we were kids we always used to say, 'Okay, whoever dies first, get a message through.' When John died, I thought, 'Well, maybe we'll get a message,' because I know he knew the deal. I haven't had a message from John.

Wouldn't you like right now to last forever?' Roger said as we lolled on the picnic slope. The afterglow of it lasted for days, for we bragged about it as if we'd just ascended K-2.

Summer has always been good to me, even the bittersweet end, with the slanted yellow light.

Summer has always been good to me, even the bittersweet end, with the slant of yellow light.

If later on, as we read this, we might think "How happy we were then!" at least we'll have that. That as we lived them, these moments, we knew they were important, and that's all there is.

J'avais vingt ans. Je ne laisserai personne dire que c'est le plus bel âge de la vie.