Quotes About Memories

For me, America was a place to bury my memories. For Baba, a place to mourn his.

Remember Amir agha. There's no monster, just a beautiful day

have dreams of you too, Mariam jo. I miss you. I miss the sound of your voice, your laughter. I miss reading to you, and all those times we fished together. Do you remember all those times we fished together? You were a good daughter

Death had kissed her long and hard with its frozen lips, and her body was stiff. I held her in my arms, hoping the warmth of my body could bring her back to life. Ignoring my brother's presence, I wept uncontrollably. With Lulu in my arms, I walked toward the front lawn. I had chosen a burial site for Lulu - a strip of land under the cherry tree overlooking the street.

The place was a familiar as breath but as far from his life now as the moon.

Grief, it seemed, was a physical place.

When he reached the desk he handed Caroline a photograph in a dark blue cardboard frame. It was a portrait, black and white, faintly tinted. The woman looking out wore a pale peach sweater. Her hair was gently waved, her eyes a deep shade of blue. Rupert Dean's wife, Emelda, dead now for twenty years. She was te love of my life, he announced to Caroline, his voice so loud that people looked up.

It's a party,' she repeated. 'You can either miss it and take pictures of it, or you can join get a drink and join it.

But now she dreamed every night of lost things.

car. Remembering her kneeling the dirt, planting morning glory seeds.

Memories of ice and Trent surfaced, and I wrapped my arms around my middle. I had saved him, and he had saved me. What was wrong with us?

Two thousand miles, Rachel," he said tightly, and I guessed that no, it didn't violate the rules of whatever he was doing out here, because he sure wasn't out here keeping the coven from attacking me. "I have eaten nothing but slop for two days and used facilities I wouldn't let my dogs urinate in. And what about that couple in the RV outside Texas? I'll never get that memory out of my head." - Trent to Rachel

Oh, Trent and I go back a long way," I said lightly, twirling a curl of my hair about my finger and remembering its new shortness. "We met at camp as children. Sort of romantic when you think about it." I smiled at Trent's suddenly blank look.

Say what?" Jenks blurted out. "You think those moss wipes are coming back?" "I wish," I muttered. "I've got some serious hurt with their name on it.

Arms wrapped around me, I looked over the past boxed up and piled haphazardly about, like memories in a person's brain. It was only a matter of knowing where a thought was and dusting it off.

I like attics. They're as peaceful as God's church. Alone and apart, but a body can hear everything. The past stacked up like forgotten memories, but with a small effort, brought down and enjoyed again.

To the man who knows what makes the perfect date night

Anytime people do something consciously for the last time, Samuel Johnson is reported to have remarked, they feel sad.

It is a long time ago. So many lives ago--I get them all confused, don't you?

Great men are excellent topics of conversation, but the superior man, the superior men, the masters, the universal spirits on horseback, have to stop and search their memories merely to know who these so-called great men might be. And so the great man is left with the crowd, the worthless majority...for his admirers.

Husket han i sommer da han var skipper og hun skulde koke middag til ham? Han var så fin at han måtte drikke vand av et glas.

Man reiser litt omkring, man flakker fra sted til sted og man har den skjebne å støte på mennesker igjen som man engang før har sett, møte dem plutselig, på uventede steder, så man av overraskelse ganske glemmer å ta hatten av og hilse.Dette treffer meg ofte, ja meget ofte. Det er det intet å gjøre ved (Dronningen av Saba)

Tredje slektledd råder nu i Jensens store krambod på Segelfoss. Grunnleggeren var Per Jensen, kallet Per på bua, det fortsatte med hans sønn Theodor, Theodor på bua, som drev det meget vidt og ble pott og panne og fremskrittsmann i byen. Det er ikke lenger siden, folk minnes ham godt, han var samtidig med gammelløytnantens sønn, han som bare brydde seg om musikk og ikke ble til noe.

Before you were my enemy, you were my best friend.