Quotes About Memories

I'm sad because you remind me of home. Because you are beautiful and bright and dynamic and whole lot of other things I haven't seen for a long time... and won't see again anytime soon.

It's not goodbye, little dhampir. I'll see you in your dreams.

The old Dimitri would want you to live. If you really loved him, then you have to go on.

Love Fades, mine has" - Dimitri Belikov

I wasn't sure if all the bright days I'd had with Dimitri were worth the hurt I felt now.

That's part of you, part you have to let go, yeah, but still something that's made you who you are....

Once we lost Clive the Glide it was all over.

No one remembers her beginnings. Mothers and aunts tell us about infancy and early childhood, hoping we won't forget the past when they had total control over our lives and secretly praying that because of it, we'll include them in our future.

In the little patch of concrete by the front porch were the two pennies stuck in there when Leroy and I started first grade. "Long as we got those two cents," Carrie would say, "we ain't broke.

We have tears in our eyes As we wave our goodbyes, We so loved being with you, we three. So do please now and then Come and see us again, The Giraffe and the Pelly and me. All you do is to look At a page in this book Because that's where we always will be. No book ever ends When it's full of your friends The Giraffe and the Pelly and me.

I shall never have a bath again, I said. Just dont have one too often, my grandmother said. Once a month is quite enough for a sensible child. It was at times like these that I loved my grandmother more than ever.

A life is made up of a great number of small incidents and a small number of great ones.

Ah yes, and something else again. Because what I am trying to tell you… What I have been trying so hard to tell you all along is simply that my father, without the slightest doubt, was the most marvelous and exciting father any boy ever had.

My grandmother was the only grandmother I ever met who smoked cigars.

A life is made up of a great number of small incidents and a small number of great incidents

In the end there's nothing left except a pair of shoes and a bundle of old clothes.

Allí están, en tus cajones, junto a los petardos que te sobraron de Navidad y las canicas de cristal: tus libros.

No one has ever done this before. No one has ever been you before. This exact interrelated web of people and events and places and memories and desire and love that is your life hasn't ever existed in the history of the Universe. Welcome to a truly unique phenomenon. Welcome to your life. I want you to be here. Welcome to here.

I have no memories of my parents being together. They separated six months before the concert at which my father was booed. It is hard for me to imagine them as a couple.

In Neptune, the past was always grabbing at your ankles, trying to pull you back.

Sure, there were a few more duct-taped tears in the vinyl seats, a few new dings in the fiberglass surfboards lining the walls, but the bacon was still crisp and pancakes were available twenty-four hours a day, the way the good Lord intended.

Until the end of their lives, these men and women would tell stories about the summer they followed Lyndon Johnson and his Flying Windmill around Texas; as Oliver Knight of the Fort Worth Star-Telegram would write about one trip, "That mad dash from Navasota to Conroe in which I dodged stumps at 70 MPH just to keep up with that contraption will ever be green in my memory.") At the landing site, there would be the brief respite

Time would never cure it. Almost half a century later, when she was the only one of the nine Kennedy siblings still living, the author would ask Jean Kennedy Smith about her brother Bobby and his depression over Jack's death. "When did he come out of that?" she repeated, and then said, "I don't think he ever came out of that.

he thought, "My own R. B. Russell, Jr.—I was crazy with happiness." He said then what he was to repeat many times: "That is me living all over again.