Quotes About Memories

The most important influence in my childhood was my father.

It reminded her of the visceral, uncomprehending emotional closeness that had bound them together over dinners of baked beans and fish fingers eaten at that same table when they were small children.

A breeze, a forgotten summer, a smile, all can fit into a storefront window.

Forget decorated generals, tell me about Private Ryan.

There we were, me and Honey. It wasn't France, but it was somehow fine.

Winter must be cold for those with no warm memories.

The digital camera is a great invention because it allows us to reminisce. Instantly.

My stepdad provided me with an amazing childhood. I played outside like a normal kid, I rode my bike, I walked to school, but the happiest times were when I was acting.

It would be sad if my best work had been 20 years ago and now I only had memories.

Your only treasures are those that you carry in your heart.

Sometimes what I wouldn't give to have us sitting in a bar again at 9:00 a.m. telling lies to one another, far from God.

Holy cow," Beckett said, turning to Madison. "You all must've been a handful growing up." "What, us? Five little angels.

She stared into his eyes. He had a way of catching her completely off guard. Always had. Even back when they'd been friends, back before she and Jack had gotten together.

You can call me Seth, you know." She shrugged. "You used to." She used to do other things with him too. Like laugh and touch and make small talk. "Jack always called you Murphy. I got used to it.

I missed you most of all, you know," he said. "You were my best friend.

She traced the shape of those lips. They were damp and plush and too far away. "You have really nice lips. I missed them." One side of them kicked up, his eyes opening. "Is that all you missed?" She couldn't count on both hands everything she'd missed about Beau. About the Callahans, about Summer Harbor.

Case in point: On one of their first dates, he brought her a box of Ivory Flakes soap. Who needs flowers? Roses fade, but flaky soap available from the PX lasted months. Having Ivory Flakes was a rarity in itself, and also saved her valuable time—one less line to stand in, only to find that the grocer was out. Again. That was romance, as far as Colleen was concerned. Maybe this guy was a keeper after all.

It was a reminder in this time of tarnishing gilt, that should all else crumble, memories of gestures made, thoughtfulness considered, and seeds of inspiration planted, might outlast all.

I love playing football, being out on the pitch with a ball, and I will be a little sad when that ends.

the love of reading grows as on gets older, but I'm not so sure if the enthusiasm I brought to reading when I was a boy can ever be matched. Such was the influence of my mother, who never sat down without a book or magazine in her hands. I'm certain I watched her reading even before I was able to describe what I saw, and that image has stayed with me these many years.

La vie est jamais mesurée par le nombre de respirations que vous prenez, mais par le nombre de moments spéciaux que vous créez qui prennent le souffle.

Life is never measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the number of special moments you create that take the breath away.

Ovasett hur gammal du är, finns det vissa stunder i livet när du beh

Some special people enter into your world, leave their footprints on your hearts, and then exit without a warning. And your world is never the same again.