Quotes About Memories

Some books are so familiar, reading them is like being home again.

Warm, enticing scents were floating down, basil and oregano and tomato. It made Wes long for something, something he couldn't place. A happy childhood, a home.

Home is where the heart unveils.

and suddenly I am washed over by a wave of happiness for it, for my little story, because it is a place, a home even, and I can go back to it from wherever I am

For some people, home is family and their mom's house or their girl or whatever, and I have those experiences as well, but the biggest thing for me is Chicago.

Home is where we tie one end of the thread of life.

'Mid pleasures and palaces through we may roam Be it ever so humble there's no place like Home.

I've never had a cold Christmas, as I always spend it back home in Australia.

I think a lot about when times were simpler, when I was still dancing and living with my parents. I really miss living at home sometimes. I get really sad.

I just remember celebrating my 18th birthday at home, so that was a big party.

I wrote 'All You Could Ask For' to honor a friend, Heidi Armitage, who left us much too soon in 2009 at the age of 43.

It is the beautiful task of Advent to awaken in all of us memories of goodness and thus to open doors of hope.

I truly hope the future will bring me something to feel nostalgic about, because there's really nothing much so far I can remember fondly.

I love the nostalgic myself. I hope we never lose some of the things of the past.

At the end of our lives we hope we will look back and, like an incense stick completely burned away, will have poured forth all our fragrance into the world.

If I should be so blessed as to revisit again my own country, but more especially Manchester, all that I could hope or desire would be presented before in one view.

I hope that when I'm 80 years old, people will still be talking about my wedding.

As long as there are memories, yesterday remains. As long as there is hope, tomorrow awaits. As long as there is friendship, today is beautiful.

We hope for the future, then we reach for the past.

I remember Elton John used to be their owner and he is my favourite singer! I hope the match will be an opportunity to meet Elton John!

If memories could be canned, would they also have expiry dates? If so, I hope they last for centuries.

I hope that my niece in 20 years is going to say to me, 'Aunt Stevie, what was with your hair?'

This is writing. You cut out chunks of your own memories, rework them, bleed into them, breathe into the raw clay, and hope the creature lives.

I'm not going anywhere. I hope. It's been an adventure. We took some casualties over the years. Things got broken. Things got lost. But I wouldn't have missed it for the world.