Quotes About Memories

There are some things you never say good-bye to

Who doesn't long for one more time of seeing someone they've loved and lost? And yet what would you say, what would you do, if it were possible?

I miss you," he says. "I still miss you, sweetheart. Every day is like the first day I lost you.

I wasn't sure it was right to abandon myself to lighthearted banter, to allow someone to interfere with my being able to behave in whatever way I chose, whenever I wanted. What if I wanted to enjoy a memory or a good cry? I wasn't weaned from that yet; I wasn't finished being with him in the only way I had left.

Hiraeth: a Welsh word that means a homesickness for a home you cannot return to, or maybe never was; it means nostalgia and yearning and grief for lost places.

Steven sits back in the booth, crosses his arms. "My wife was cremated." "Your wife…?" "She died when Maddy was two weeks old." "Oh, my. My goodness. That's a hard one. Boy, oh, boy. That must have been hard." "It never goes away. Never does." Arthur leans forward. "The pain, you mean?

He tells her that, when Nola first died, he thought he'd die himself, of the sorrow.

It feels strange to see him; it's been a while. I feel as though I need to meet him all over again.

yearning and grief for lost places.

bound to, and the ties to such families live in our hearts.

CONTENTS COVER PAGE TITLE PAGE DEDICATION APRIL 1943 VALENTINE'S DAY, 1946 SEPTEMBER 2006 ACKNOWLEDGMENTS ABOUT THE AUTHOR ALSO

You know, Arthur," his mother said, "in time, you will find that little bits of happiness will make their way inside you and stay there. One little thing, and then one thing more. And then you'll realize that you're okay. You'll be okay, son, I promise you. You'll never forget him and you'll never stop missing him. But you'll be okay. And for you to be okay doesn't take a single thing away from Frank.

These yanks into someone's personal past, that's the kind of history I like. Not wars, but who was your grandmother and what did she dream of? Did she walk up stairs to where she lived and what did it smell like and what was she wearing and who were her neighbors?

He taught her one of her favorite words: hiraeth, a Welsh word that means a homesickness for a home you cannot return to, or that maybe never was; it means nostalgia and yearning and grief for lost places.

She walks away, and Arthur stares at the headstone. "Isn't that something?" he asks Nola. "We have a family.

I don't hold Travis anymore, of course- not to read to him, or for any other reason, either. I wish I'd known that the last time was going to be the last time.

One can brood too much. Nostalgia can fuzz things up.

When you love someone, its never over. You move on, because you have to but you take them with you in your heart

When you love someone, it's never over,' Dr. Carruthers replied gently. 'You move on, because you have to, but you bring him in your heart.

Gradually people began to speak of the place as Amberside, though there were a few diehards who never stopped calling it Villa Caprice, or, as in the case of Eli Scaynes, the Villa Cay-priss. But Julian and Joe and Tom and Lucy and Davey never called it anything but the Blake's house; and Portia and Foster never called it anything but home. All their lives they knew that one of the best things that ever happened to them was to be able to call it that.

Elizabeth Enright

So miss him. Send him some love and light every time you think about him, then drop it.

This is what I've found about life, as I've gotten older: you start to lose people, Angela. It's not that there is ever a shortage of people - oh, heavens no. It is merely that - as the years pass - there comes to be a shortage of your people. The ones you loved. The ones who knew the people that you both loved. The ones who know your whole history. Those people start to be plucked away by death, and they are awfully hard to replace after they go.

In all of our lives, there are days that we wish we could see expunged from the record of our very existence.