Quotes About Memories

This larder of memories, of sex, of life, of family that we had built up, could always be called upon in the leaner times of our relationship... Everything we had built together over twenty years was there to be tapped into, summoned as evidence that we were made to last... I hadn't realized how much I counted on that trick working until the time came when it didn't.

The strangest thing about returning to an enclave that encapsulated your youth is that you feel like nothing should have changed. Like you still have the right to be twenty and carefree and irresponsible. Like you still are twenty and carefree and irresponsible.

When you lose your parents young, there is simply a blight on your psyche that becomes part of your being. Really,

I feel like I'm caught in time, caught in a perfect moment inside a snow globe that maybe I'd beg my mom for at a gas station, and I can't find my breath, and my knees feel a little wobbly, and I try to remind myself to remember this moment, to hold on to it forever, to seal it up like we really are in that snow globe and to never let anything shatter the bubble that envelops us, that protects us from everything else around us in the outside world.

Time, the greatest thief of all.

Sure, this was where her father had planned the De Beers diamond heist when she was three. It was the very room where her uncle had orchestrated the hijacking of eighty percent of the world's caviar when she was seven.

She didn't protest as Hale slid his arm around her and pulled her to rest against his chest. It was somehow softer there than she remembered.

She needed a minute. He needed a minute. Those were the lies he told himself, but the truth was they both needed the past six years back. Only six years would do.

But what's going to haunt me more in the future- memories or regrets? I honestly do not know.

But when Mr. Stein sipped his hot coffee and watched Kat drink hers, he smiled the way he might if he saw a replica of his favorite childhood toy in a shop window—happy that something he loved wasn't entirely gone from the world.

I get it, even if Jamie can't put it into words. There are some books you can never get rid of, even if you don't like the ending.

Kat stood there looking at the very boys who had stolen the first tooth she had ever lost and tried to ransom it to the tooth fairy; the two young men who had once stolen a Tyrannosaurus rex from the Museum of Natural History—one bone at a time.

But when Mr. Stein sipped his hot coffee and watched Kat drink hers, he smiled the way he might if he saw a replica of his favorite childhood toy in a shop window—happy that something he loved wasn't entirely gone from the world.

Growing apart doesn't change the fact that for a long time we grew side by side; our roots will always be tangled. I'm glad for that.

Mírame, Malena, y escúchame. He vivido casi medio siglo, he pasado

no recordaba desde que era un niño que abandonaba la escuela en una calurosa mañana de junio, con todo el verano por delante.

The pages of life's book turn swiftly, so let us fill them with stories worth sharing. ~Aloo Denish

There is no scent of nostalgia like a fragrance drawn from the garden of childhood memories.

In my flowery dreams there's always you. I do not regret it one bit.

Ascend, may you find so resistance Just know that you made such a difference All you leave behind will live to the end The cycle of suffering goes on But memories of you stay strong Some day I too will fly and find you again

Paula admitted she may've been thinking a smidge rashly when she'd longed for the chilly winds and snowcapped 'scrapers of home.

My lasting impression of Truman Capote is that he was a terribly gentle, terribly sensitive, and terribly sad man.

My mom was a photographer and whenever they needed a baby for a modelling job, she'd stick me in front of the camera. That's how it started.

The weird thing about saying good-bye is that it never gets easier.