Quotes About Memories

Nunca me he arrepentido, ni por un segundo. ¿Cómo puedes lamentar una de las mejores noches de tu vida? No lo haces. Recuerdas cada palabra, cada mirada. Incluso cuando duele, sigues recordando.

Quería a Conrad y probablemente siempre sería así. Me pasaría la vida entera amándolo, de una forma u otra. Puede que me acabara casando, que tuviese una familia, pero no importaría, porque una parte de mi corazón, la parte donde residía el verano, siempre pertenecería a Conrad [...] ¿Cómo hacerle entender que también había un trozo guardado para él? Fue el primer chico en decirme que era bonita.

és elt?n?dtem, vajon így múlik-e el a régi szerelem: lassan, panaszosan, aztán egyszer csak teljesen.

Classes are pretty lax; we mostly just walk around saying good-bye to teachers, the office staff, the cafeteria ladies, the school nurse. A lot of them we'll see at graduation, but not everyone.

I grabbed the stuffed polar bear on my dresser and hugged him close to my chest—his name was Junior Mint, Junior for short.

It's hard to throw away history. It was like you were throwing away a part of yourself.

We didn't know what was ahead of us then. We were just two teenagers, looking up at the sky on a cold February night. So no, he didn't give me flowers or candy. He gave me the moon and the stars. Infinity.

and the whole drive home the air smells like Christmas morning.

I wasn't in Cousins. Conrad and I weren't together, and Susannah was dead.

Eight was just eight. Hot dogs and peanut butter, mosquito bites and splinters, bikes and boogie boards. Tangled hair, sunburned shoulders, Judy Blume, in bed by nine thirty.

The only person I wanted was Susannah. She was the only one. And then I had a thought, clear as day. I would never be somebody's favorite again. I would never be a kid again, not in the same way. That was all over now. She was really gone.

For someone who's over Genevieve, he sure does talk about her a lot. Though it's not just him. I was thinking about her too. Even when she's not here, she's here. That girl has some kind of reach.

I know it was just a day in the life of Peter for you, but for me it meant a lot more, and that's what scared me.

Do you remember that time we played spin the bottle in my basement?" I nod. "I was nervous to kiss you, because I'd never kissed a girl before," he says, and picks up the glass of sweet tea again. He takes a swig, but there's no tea left, just ice. His eyes meet mine, and he grins. "All the guys gave me such a hard time afterward for whiffing it." "You didn't whiff it," I say.

You could become friends again, after some time has passed.' But it wouldn't be the same, I know that. You'd always be mourning what once was. It would always be a little bit less.

You gave me my first love story, Peter. Please just don't let it be over yet.

Summer was what mattered. My whole life was measured in summers. Like I don't really begin living until June, until I'm at that beach, in that house.

Ours was the kind of friendship that makes sense as a kid but not so much now that we're older. I suppose you can't hold on to old things just for the sake of holding on.

Hay una palabra coreana que me enseñó mi abuela. Se llama jung. Es un vínculo entre dos personas que no puede cortarse, incluso cuando el amor se convierte en odio. Sigues conservando esos antiguos sentimientos por esa persona; no puedes librarte de ellos por completo; siempre guardarás un poco de ternura en tu corazón por esa persona.

I don't want it to be like that with Peter. The farawayness of old feelings, like even when you try with all your might, you can barely make out his face when you close your eyes. No matter what, I always want to remember his face.

For me, it was almost like winter didn't count. Summer was what mattered.

to throw away history. It was like you were throwing away a part of yourself.

Goodbye doesn't have to be forever.

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