Quotes About Memories

The times you lived through, the people you shared those times with — nothing brings it all to life like an old mix tape. It does a better job of storing up memories than actual brain tissue can do. Every mix tape tells a story. Put them together, and they can add up to the story of a life.

There are all kinds of mix tapes. there is always a reason to make one.

Tonight, I feel like my whole body is made out of memories. I'm a mix-tape, a cassette that's been rewound so many times you can hear the fingerprints smudged on the tape.

I get sentimental over the music of the '90s. Deplorable, really. But I love it all. As far as I'm concerned the '90s was the best era for music ever, even the stuff that I loathed at the time, even the stuff that gave me stomach cramps.

But the answer is simple. Love is a mix tape.

Nothing connects to the moment like music. I count the music to bring me back, or more precisely, to bring her forward.

Sometimes great tunes happen to bad times, and when the bad time is over, not all the tunes get to move on with you.

Every mix tape tells a story. Put them together, and they add up to the story of life.

The hazard of living in a place where you had so much history--so much pain and so much rage and so much love--was that every item could turn on you in a flash.

Memories - you can't escape them, but you can't let them rule you either.

Home is where the heart is or where you bury the ones you want to eat later.

wasn't saying he smelled like homemade cookies or baking bread. I hadn't had that kind of home—probably no one outside a Disney movie had.

Memories of the Civil War played a part in the animosity between cowboys and townspeople. The drovers were primarily Texans; more than a

autobiography Memories of Buffalo Bill, written with Courtney Ryley Cooper, asserted that although long ago he had told her that he wanted to be buried on Cedar Mountain, "where the last rays of the

cherished his Nebraska

In April 1855 my great-granduncle Alexander Carter Jr. and his younger brother,

Remember the people who made your life better and say a prayer of gratitude for them

Years from now—when you talk about this—and you will—be kind.

I heard somebody define heaven once," she said, looking at Pearl, "as a place where, when you get there, all the dogs you ever loved run to greet you.

At first, all wonder and curiosity, we are easily influenced by surrounding circumstances, which often affect our lives, as colours laid at the root of bulbous plants are said to transmit their tints to the blossom; next comes the age of knowledge, when reason struggles with passion, and is not always the victor; lastly, the decay, when passion is extinct, and we live from day to day on our memories, and then drop into dust.

All at once she could hear the sullen patter of the rain and sense the sigh of the wind behind it. She remembered the sound, because it had rained like that the day Mom was buried, the day they lowered her into that little rectangle of darkness.

Recalling days of sadness, memories haunt me. Recalling days of happiness, I haunt my memories.

Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things.

If I had my life to live over, I'd have fewer meetings and more rendezvous.