Quotes About Memories

Like the bath, my old clothes could easily bring back poignant, painful memories. But I see in the clothing a symbol of continuing life. And proof that I still want to be myself. If I must drool, I may as well drool on cashmere.

I shed a few tears as we passed the corner café where I used to drop in for a bite. I can weep discreetly. People think my eye is watering.

The flashbacks dump adrenaline into her bloodstream a hundred times a day, so her body is helpfully exhausted.

Hope cannot survive the poison of her recent proof: the world is a terrible place. San Pedro Sula was terrible, Mexico is terrible, el norte will be terrible. Even her gold-dappled memories of the cloud forest are beginning to rot and decay.

How monumental Lydia's grief had been when her father died! It terrifies her now, to think of it, how deeply formative that single loss was in her earlier life. Now there are sixteen more. When she thinks of this, she feels as tatty as a scrap of lace, defined not so much by what she's made of, but more by the shapes of what's missing.

There's a tug-of-war in his heart already, between wanting to remember and needing to forget. In the months to come, Luca will sometimes wish he hadn't squandered these early days of his grief. He'll wish he'd let it pierce and demolish him more. Because, as the forgetting part takes anchor and stays, it will feel like a treachery.

And then last autumn his heart had stopped working properly. The veterinarian said that they just had to care for him and love him, and Batty had loved him, and loved him, and loved him, but it hadn't been enough. No one in her family had ever said that Hound's dying was her fault, but she knew the truth. She hadn't been able to keep him with her, to stop him from leaving her behind.

Sorry. That's the name of the boy who poured glue on you at day care, right?" "He poured glue on everybody," said Batty darkly.

I did know a girl in middle school who made hand puppets from her boyfriends' socks," said Aunt Claire. "I don't know if she talked to the puppets, but she did make the puppets talk to her.

Not everyone is fodder for books," said Rosalind.

He leaned down and bravely kissed her on the cheek. "Don't forget. You're waiting for me until we're both thirteen." She just as bravely kissed him back. "I won't forget.

the cot was a window that looked back into the house.

Years from now, when all the junk they got is broken and long forgotten, you'll still have your stars.

We laughed about all the kids who believed in the Santa Clause myth and got nothing but a bunch of cheap plastic toys. 'Years from now, when all the junk they got is broken and long forgotten,' Dad said, ' you'll still have your stars.

Yeah, but you never told me why." "It reminds me of my grandmother," I admit. "We'd watch those old reruns one after another. Bewitched was her favorite." "Not

Simplement, nous ne nous résignons pas à renoncer aux promesses que l'enfance nous a faites.

Hmmm, how to "can a day?" You know, those days that seem just perfect you want access to them whenever the need arises.

Unhappiness is caused when we cannot let go of our memories.

People should always consider returning home.

It's great that people are basically spending their two weeks of vacation to come out and be with us in some weird part of the world. And I think we owe it to them to take 'em to some cool places.

1. Buy experiences instead of things

I think my love of journalizing my life comes from my mom.

I'm used to watching old movies of myself.

For the first time ever I was taking the family on the road. We stayed with my in-laws, which on life's list of experiences ranks right below sitting in a tub full of scissors.