Quotes About Memories

Ah man. I remember the days of lying to my mother about a boy. Once I had a boy hidden in the closet and of course Mom wouldn't leave, so I finally had to pretend to get sick to my stomach just to get her out of the room long enough for him to climb out the window and down the tree. He fell, broke his leg. Ah, to be young again.

I lost twins at 14 weeks, and I had to have an D and C on my birthday.

I was gutted to leave my boyfriend at home when I started my tour, but taking my pillow was like taking a little bit of him with me.

Children aged and moved away. Friendships aged and grew better.

Luke has a much more important story to tell: about divine care and human potential, about how we are all children of God and can therefore do God's will, about the difficult choices we must make, about our memories and our goals.

To all the women and the men who ever loved me just a little.

No, it's too much. I should never have let you know that I was here. After all, there was no reason to tell you. It was just that we landed and I was sucked up by the tentacles of this, your city, and your name and that summer that were all inseparable and I called as soon as I put my bag down on the bed in this room.

Sabeis, muchachos? No creais que al morir recordareis hazañas, ni sucesos importantes que os hayan ocurrido. No creais que recordareis grandes aventuras, ni siquiera momentos felices que aún podais vivir. Solo cosas como ésta: una tarde así, unas copas de vino, esas rosas cubiertas de agua.

Quizá la nostalgia sea un deseo; o el resplandor de un tiempo en el que creíamos ser felices.

Qué se hizo de sus recuerdos, de sus secretos? No murió sólo su cuerpo. Un cortejo de luces y sombras, de sonidos, de deseos, de color, de luchas y de recompensas terminaba con él.

Think of your mother and smile for all of the good precious moments.

If I had to do it all again, I would still want my same daughter and two sons; through laughter, tears, prayers, and blessings.

On holidays, I cave in to the memory of love, and associate desserts and eating with the love I experienced at my grandmother's table. She was a great cook, and sweets crowded the side console cabinet during Thanksgiving and Christmas. I have no answer as to how to overcome this. I will try until I die, every day. Just keep trying to be well. Enough said.

??te kad?nlar?n zekalar? böylece,kendilerini seven erkeklerden kalma tortulardan ileri gelir,t?pk? bunun gibi erkeklerin zevkinde de,ya?amlar?ndan geçmi? olan kad?nlar?n izi kal?r; ço?u kez de bir kad?n?n bize çektirdi?i dayan?lmaz ac?lar ba?ka bir kad?n?n bizi sevmesine ve mutsuz olmas?na neden olur.

Iš meil?s susilieja širdys mudviej?, Prisiminim? m?s užmiršti negaliu; Nuo šiol mes atskirai gyventi nebegalim, Priimkime, Žiuljeta, mums ši? skirt? dali?. It spindinti diena ir vakaro tyla, - Bi?iul? man esi ir meil? amžina!

Hence the charm of family albums. Those grey or sepia shadows, phantomlike and almost undecipherable, are no longer traditional family portraits but rather the disturbing presence of lives halted at a set moment in their duration, freed from their destiny; not, however, by the prestige of art but by the power of an impassive mechanical process.

You know, one used to give presents on New Year's Day. Christmas was for churchgoing and family gatherings. On New Year's one's friends came visiting and then presents were exchanged.

I'm sure most of us remember being a kid and you have all of this endless time where two weeks before Christmas feels like ten years. I used to go to bed to try and go to sleep to try and make it go faster.

From my novel "Broken Things" (Lighthouse Publishing of the Carolinas): Those eyes had haunted his dreams?and nightmares too?for over a quarter of a century. "I wanted to tell you Allie's in town. Allie Drake. You remember her, don't you?" Jack's gaze shifted back to his brother's grinning face and suddenly he wanted to pop Steve right in the nose. Did he remember Allie Drake? What a stupid question!

Quando abbiamo finito sono andato a fare una passeggiata da solo, fino alla collina che anni prima in un giorno di neve io e Guido avevamo risalito per contemplare il passaggio. Ho cercato il punto preciso in cui ci eravamo fermati e ho guardato in basso come avevamo fatto allora, ed era strano vedere una casa sola dove ce n'erano state due.

Death is not a merciful conclusion but a border crossing into a new land that could be more beautiful and majestic than the tallest mansion. Faith, courage, and hope are the characteristics that create happiness. They will stand as remembered monuments for all those left around the bed, and they are the qualities I will strive to obtain. —From the journal of Cale Shaffer, dated September 7, 1992, written when he was eighteen years old

When life takes me on a new journey, I simply remember the smile my first ballet recital put on my face and I move forward.

I knew there was something holding me here. It wasn't paprikash. Or nostalgia for my meager childhood... ...Somewhere in me a nearly voiceless child was asking to know the rest of the story that had been interrupted.

joystick for Christmas when I was four