Quotes About Memories

It's like this - because I travel so much, I crave certain foods or certain things, like from certain places that I've been.

Being a child was not fun for me.

What would you read to someone who was dying?" Annie Dillard had asked our class. She wanted this to be the standard for our work. There, at the memorial service for my friend, I thought of another: Dying, what stories would you tell?

FAREWELL! A LONG FAREWELL TO ALL MY GREATNESS." PUBLIUS

No, fly me, fly me, far as pole from pole; Rise Alps between us! and whole oceans roll! Ah, come not, write not, think not once of me, Nor share one pang of all I felt for thee. Thy oaths I quit, thy memory resign; Forget, renounce me, hate whate'er was mine. Fair eyes, and tempting looks (which yet I view!) Long lov'd, ador'd ideas, all adieu!

My dreams, my dreams! What has become of their sweetness? What indeed has become of my youth?

We bury love; Forgetfulness grows over it like grass: That is a thing to weep for, not the dead.

My mom would put me in these preppy little suits and slick my hair to the side. I have these baby pictures of me where I'm this little preppy kid with a sweater tied around my neck.

We are the sum total of our memories. Memories are the most precious things we have. Good or bad. That's what make us who we are. What would we be without them?

It's true what they say: life does go on and joy does return, and often it's in the most unexpected of places,' she continues, 'but you never get over losing someone; you just get better at coping with it.

But that's one of the good things about getting older: often the most terrible of things turn into the most amusing through the lens of time.

One thing I've learned through this bloody awful time is that grief isn't linear. You can be doing all right, then it will suddenly come out of nowhere. It's the silly little things that remind you .

Because it is wonderful. Truly, there's nothing better than being with old friends. You just pick up where you left off, as if you were in the middle of a conversation. Except we've not seen each other since last summer and there's lots to catch up on. New houses, new promotions, new babies.

you can grieve for someone and the past, but you've also got to live,

You know, it never looks like you want it to, your hair's never perfect and it'll probably rain, but it doesn't matter. Those are your good old days. It's those times you always remember

But you love that house.' 'I do, yes, but it holds so many memories of Monty.' 'Isn't that good?' I reason. 'In many ways, yes, it can be of great comfort . . .' She pauses, then gestures around her. 'But life isn't a museum, Nell. I don't want to live in the past.

I want to fill my mind with life-enhancing, positive, beautiful memories. The dark experiences can remain buried without a funeral.

Her mind was only a lonely mansion for the stories of extinction.

Wir waren 7 hungrige Mäuler, und wenn es nichts zu essen gab, hat er uns Geschichten erzählt. Man wird nicht satt davon, aber man vergißt." S.22

Porte ta vie ailleurs, ô toi qui fus ma vie ; Verse ailleurs ce trésor que j'avais pour tout bien. Va chercher d'autres lieux, toi qui fus ma patrie, Va fleurir, ô soleil, ô ma belle chérie, Fais riche un autre amour et souviens-toi du mien.

When I was seven, that would be in the year 458, there came the first sudden upset of my life of sudden upsets.

Some of my first memories are waiting for my father to finish his day at work in the University of Washington library and come out and jump in the car with my mom and myself, and we'd be sitting there reading books, and then we'd go home.

I remember the Washington in which I grew up as a genuine small town. Maybe this is true for everyone, that we all feel that the times in which we grew up were simpler, less complex.

I've kissed in the rain so many times. I think one of my first kisses was in the rain. It was in Washington, D.C., with some kid named Dash, in eighth grade. It was in the rain.