Quotes About Memories

Jubal had long ago even foresworn pets, because he outlived them, or (worse yet) it was now possible that a pet would outlive him, be orphaned.

A dead person's clothes should be given away or burned; nothing should be kept that does not inspire happy memories.

The best moments in my life," I said, "have come because I loved somebody." "Yeah," he said. "And the worst," I said.

Rachel drank some more bourbon. "What I am trying to do," she said, "is to thank you. And to say it as genuinely as I can. I do thank you. I will remember as long as I live when you came into the room and got me, and I will always remember when you killed them, and I was glad, and you came and we put our arms around each other. And I will always remember that you cried.

Tengo el corazón de un niño. Lo guardo en un jarro sobre mi estante

One taste of the old time sets all to rights.

Time is counted, not by hours, but by heart-beats.

Let me weep My youth and its brave hopes, all dead and gone, In tears which burn.

We two have paddled in the stream, from morning sun till dine; But seas between us broad have roared since days of long ago.

Had we never lov'd sae kindly, Had we never lov'd sae blindly, Never met -- or never parted -- we had ne'er been broken-hearted

Should auld acquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot and days of auld lang syne? For auld lang syne, my dear, for auld lang syne, we'll take a cup of kindness yet, for auld lang syne.

Punk nostalgia, on the other hand, is a grotesque oxymoron. What can it mean to pine for a time when you were young and nihilistic? To look back twenty years to when you believed there was no future?

Their history was in their eyes, and their sacrifices in their scars.

and you would never know they were gone, but losing a child left an emptiness so large it screamed to be filled with memories.

The man stared at him for a time, and then said something that John Chen would recall from time to time for the rest of his life, and wonder what the man had meant, and why he had said it. "Never turn your back on love, John." The

There comes a day in every man's life when he stops looking forward and starts looking back.

we live for the quiet, intimate moments that mark not our calendars but our hearts:

But to my mother—I suspect to all mothers—their little boys will always be their little boys, no matter how old those boys become.

There comes a time in every man's life," he'd said in the halting, ghostly voice his stroke had left him, "when he stops looking forward and starts looking back.

So was I once myself a swinger of birches. And so I dream of going back to be.

I dwell with a strangely aching heart In that vanished abode there far apart

I know what I really want for Christmas. I want my childhood back. Nobody is going to give me that. I might give at least the memory of it to myself if I try. I know it doesn't make sense, but since when is Christmas about sense, anyway? It is about a child, of long ago and far away, and it is about the child of now. In you and me. Waiting behind the door of or hearts for something wonderful to happen. A child who is impractical, unrealistic, simpleminded and terribly vulnerable to joy.

Every person passing through this life will unknowingly leave something and take something away.

Revisiting the music of one's youth is part of the reunion with self. Whatever your parents may have thought of the music, however the music may survive the test of time, if it was the music you listened to in high school or college days, then it plays forever in some ballroom of your mind. You can still mouth the words and do the dances.