Quotes About Memories

I'm coming back in... and it's the saddest moment of my life.

The older I grow the more earnestly I feel that the few joys of childhood are the best that life has to give.

It's not what you take, it's what you leave.

I will always be here, in the offering and people I left behind.

Nie pami?ta si? dni, pami?ta si? chwile.

Your identifier is you. I remember your eyes. Your mouth. The freckles on both cheeks that look like constellations. I know your smiles, at least three of them, and at least eight of your expressions, including the ones you only do with your eyes. If I could draw, I would draw you, and I wouldn't need to look at you to do it. Because your face is stuck in my mind. - Jack, Holding Up the Universe

Denn es geht nicht um das, was man mitnimmt, sondern um das, was man zurücklässt. (Violet)

I was here. T.F I was here too. V.M

Several years ago, a boy I knew and loved killed himself.

I lost my friend to suicide a year before I lost my father to cancer.

And to the boy I loved who died too soon, but who left me a song. And in two weeks we'll fly again, perhaps a Chinese dinner then. You make me happy, you make me smile.

Non importa se non abbiamo mai filmato le nostre peregrinazioni. Non importa se non abbiamo preso dei souvenir o non abbiamo avuto il tempo di organizzare i dati raccolti, in modo che avessero un senso compiuto per gli altri. Il fatto è che ora ho capito: non è importante quello che si prende, ma quello che ci si lascia dietro.

I have songs to write and songs to sing and planes to fly and I want to see my old yellow truck again.

We should write about our wanderings so we have something to show for them besides pictures. Actually, you should do the writing. I'll just smile and look pretty.

We do not Rember days, we remember moments.

What would I have said to him if I'd know I would never see him again?

I imagine his little bones in his little grave, and it is the saddest thought in the world.

Just like all of us. The Nest Houses have reached their life expectancy. I think of the mud nest we made for the cardinal, all those years ago, and wonder if it's still there. I imagine his little bones in his little grave, and it is the saddest thought in the world.

I wonder, if I count backward, whether I can go back and take Violet Markey with me and then move forward with her so we have more time. Because it's time I fear. And me. I'm afraid of me.

Yang penting bukan apa yang kauambil, melainkan apa yang kautinggalkan.

O que percebo agora é que o que importa não é o que a gente leva, mas o que a gente deixa.

I feel the hollow in my heart that's been there ever since my mom died. Loss does that, hits you out of the blue. You can be in the car or in class or at the movies, laughing and having a good time, and suddenly it's as if someone has reached directly into the wound and squeezed with all their might.

I could sink like a stone into the earth and be swallowed whole by the weight of what happened here.

The Boy Violet Markey Loves