Quotes About Memories

kepimin çantamda olup olmad???n? kontrol ettim. Bugün liseden mezun olacakt?m. Bu fikir akl?ma siziverdi: büyümek.

I'm so sorry. She had the most spirit of anyone I ever met. I'll miss her dearly.

Love letters. Of all the things I save, I guess you could say my love letters are my most prized possession.

She and I were still friends, but not best friends, not like we used to be. But we were still friends. She'd known me my whole life. It's hard to throw away history. It was like you were throwing away a part of yourself.

Because, it was more than just a house. It was every summer, every boat ride, every sunset. It was Susannah.

Hur kan man ångra en av de bästa kvällarna i sitt liv? Det gör man inte. Man minns vartenda ord, vartenda blick. Även när det gör ont minns man.

I run water over a hand towel and I wet my face with it. My mom used to do this for me when I was sick. She'd put an ice-cold washcloth over my forehead and she'd switch it out with a fresh one when it wasn't cold anymore. I wish my mom was here.

Only a person who really knew me could give me this gift. To feel so known, so understood. It's such a wonderful feeling, I could cry. It's something I'll keep forever. This moment, and this snow globe.

It would do no good to wonder what he was going to say. Moments, when lost, can't be found again. They're just gone.

It's all so very high school. By that I mean it's ephemeral. Even this pain will be fleeting, finite.

As I present the scrapbook to him, I find my heart is jumping all over the place. With excitement, and with nervousness.

I didn't fully comprehend what a big part of my life he'd become. He'd become so...familiar to me. And now he's just gone. Not gone, still here, just not available to me, which might be even worse.

When a person you love dies, it doesn't feel real. It's like it's happening to someone else. It's someone else's life. I've never been good with the abstract. What does it mean when someone is really and truly gone? Sometimes I closed my eyes and in my head, I said over and over again, It isn't true, it isn't true, this isn't real. This wasn't my life. But it was my life; it was my life now. After.

When someone's been gone a long time, at first you save up all the things you want to tell them. You try to keep track of everything in your head. But it's like trying to hold on to a fistful of sand: all the little bits slip out of your hands, and then you're just clutching air and grit. That's why you can't save it all up like that.

In the bottom of the desk drawer I found an old composition notebook from my Harriet the Spy days. It was colored in pink and green and yellow highlighter. I'd followed the boys around for days, taking notes in it until I drove Steven crazy and he told Mom on me.

What we had was perfect, and it was finite in the way that all good things are. Nothing gold can stay. I take off the necklace Reeve gave me and then I cry until the sun comes up. For what could have been and what will never be.

Just hearing his name is like a dagger in my heart.

I wonder if this was the way old crushes died, with a whimper, slowly, and then, just like that - gone.

The thought of her getting older, outgrowing her toys, her art set…it makes me feel a bit melancholy. Growing up really is bittersweet.

As pessoas entram e saem da nossa vida. Durante uma época, são seu mundo; são tudo. E, um dia, não são mais. Não dá para saber por quanto tempo vamos tê-las por perto.

That letter you wrote

I'm lucky to have had her for as long as I did.

I've heard people say you meet your best friends in college, and they're the ones you'll know your whole life, but I'm certain that I'll know Chris my whole life too. I'm a person who saves things. I'll hold on forever.

People come in and out of your life. For a time they are your world; they are everything. And then one day they're not. There's no telling how long you will have them near. -Lara Jean Song Covey, P.S. I Still Love You