Quotes About Memories

Nevertheless she feels a great wave of affection for Dexter Mayhew. In eight years not a day has gone by when she hasn't thought of him. She misses him and she wants him back. I want my best friend back, she thinks, because without him nothing is good and nothing is right.

Our biographies involve each other so intrinsically now that we're both on nearly every page. We know the answers because we were there, and so curiosity becomes hard to maintain; replaced, I suppose, by nostalgia.

Our biographies involve each other so intrinsically now that we're both on nearly every page. We know the answers because we were there, and so curiosity becomes hard to maintain; replaced, I suppose, by nostalgia.

grief is as much about regret for what you've never had as sadness for what you've lost. Anyway, we got through it somehow.

but i hate this date, and will always hate this day every year fromnow on whenever it comes around

Bye, Em.' 'Bye, Dex.' 'Goodbye.' 'Goodbye. Goodbye

grief is as much about regret for what you've never had as sadness for what you've lost.

grief is as much regret for what we have never had as sorrow for what we have lost. As

nostalgia is a useless, futile thing because it is a longing for something that is permanently lost

grief is as much about regret for what you've never had as sadness for what you've lost.

Until now travel had always been a fraught affair. Each year until she was sixteen, it had been two weeks fighting with her sister in a caravan in Filey while her parents drank steadily and looked out at the rain, a sort of harsh experiment in the limits of human proximity.

Whatever happens tomorrow, we had today; and I'll always remember it

In eight years not a day has gone by when she hasn't thought of him. She misses him and she wants him back. I want my best friend back, she thinks, because without him nothing is good and nothing is right.

My father, who died a few years ago, was a good, simple, very honest man. His faith and affection for his family was just unassailable, without question.

The things you've done and the things you've said; the fists you've raised and the bruises you've kissed, everything has finally come together and will now stay together.

Because this is the first thing you have ever won and, like your first pair of boots, your first kiss and your first car, you'll never forget the hours of this day.

Among the people visiting those temples, feeding handouts to those macaques, exposing themselves to SFV, are international tourists. Some carry away more than photos and memories. "Viruses have no locomotion," according to the eminent virologist Stephen S. Morse, "yet many of them have traveled around the world." They can't run, they can't walk, they can't swim, they can't crawl. They ride.

Time does not heal all wounds. Some pain becomes part of who you are.

What remains of your past if you didn't allow yourself to feel it when it happened? If you don't have your experiences in the moment, if you gloss them over with jokes or zoom past them, you end up with curiously dispassionate memories.

Depression-era memories. They could easily recall events—and spoke of them in earnest detail—that occurred before electricity, telephones, and interstate highways.

The very best of high school still can't compete with the glory of any ordinary summer.

The only thing better than taking a walk, just Tara and me, is taking a walk, Tara, Laurie, and me. They are my two loves, and living under the same roof as them, and sharing walks with them, make every day the best one of my life. The only obvious exceptions to that are the two days that the Giants beat the Patriots in the Super Bowls.

We leave a mark wherever we go, whatever we do, and whatever we say.

Perhaps five thousand miles of desert and mountains and ocean separated him from his family. But sometimes their faces were so real he felt he could reach out and tousle their hair….