Quotes About Memories

I was on a Swedish soap opera when I was 10.

Cakes are special. Every birthday, every celebration ends with something sweet, a cake, and people remember. It's all about the memories.

Partying is such sweet sorrow.

The feather was a thing, when I was a kid, we used to find feathers around the house, and whenever we found them, my mum used to say it was my nan leaving them around for us to find, so that was quite sweet.

I was a fat child and loved cake, perhaps because it was the only sweet thing in my life.

In one sense, every character you create will be yourself. You've never murdered, but your murderer's rage will be drawn from memories of your own extreme anger. Your love scenes will contain hints of your own past kisses and sweet moments.

We remember Kurt for what he was: caring, generous and sweet.

Paul is Starsky, and I met him before shooting. He was very kind and encouraged us to go with what we wanted to do. It was very sweet to see them back with the car after 25 years.

Dad was a very gentle, sweet man.

My childhood is completely... when I look back, it was '50s in New York, upper-middle class, it was completely idyllic and golden and wonderful - sweet in every way.

I grew up in Winnipeg, in the Canadian midwest, the fifth child. It was a great household to grow up in - I was loved to sweet death.

I remember liking 'A Cinderella Story' with Hilary Duff a lot when I was younger. I loved that movie, but maybe it was because of Chad Michael Murray. It was a really sweet movie, and I always liked Hilary Duff.

I remember dawn coming up over the Strait of Malacca; ragamuffin kids on the dock in Sumatra laughing as they pelted us with bananas; collecting dead flying fish off the deck and bringing them to our sweet, fat, toothless Danish cook to fry up for breakfast.

I always bring my little ukelele along in my shopping bag which my dear, sweet father bought me. After all, you just never know when a song might come along.

I love being in the kitchen with my daughter right next to me on her step stool. It's sweet; we're connecting.

I was born in L.A. County Hospital, but I grew up in Pasadena. I married my 8th grade sweetheart, Marcia.

I married my high school sweetheart, and I do have two kids.

While growing up, my favourite part about Diwali was the delicious sweets.

It was the corner sweet-shop in Australia that first piqued my interest in interior design. I went into this space with a mixture of apprehension and excitement as a child. It was filled, floor to ceiling, with the most incredible rounded glass bowls filled to the brim with bonbons, buttons, and sweets.

During our childhood, my sister and I had no birthday parties. We would take a packet of sweets to school and distribute it to our class-mates. That was it. We were not allowed to go to parties, either.

As a child, I loved to eat sweets and enjoyed festivities and celebrations.

In the 1950s, as food rationing ended, I remember a plentiful supply of sweets for the first time.

I really miss Kanpur. I am very fond of the rasgullas of Ghosh Sweets. I miss strolling in Naveen Market and on Mall Road.

One of my earliest memories is Mum telling me not to have as many sweets as the other kids because I put on weight so easily.