Quotes About Memories

And in the end it is not the years in your life that count, it's the life in your years.

her unhandsome, but beautiful friend of so many years...

Yesterday misspent can't be recall'd

a child's ability for reprisal is infinite, and can last a lifetime.

All sons should write down every word of what their fathers have to say to them.

And as for my father? No, he wouldn't ever walk through those gates; I now knew that. Whatever Thomas Stone had, wherever he was at this moment, he had no idea what he'd given up in the exchange.

when it's all done, when life is almost over, what do you want to remember?

The few weeks I have had at my disposal have not given me the chance to revive and to work through my old memories in such a way that I might offer you a solid introduction into the psychic life of Indians.

I'm thirty-five and remember all that I've done wrong.

In the old pieces of furniture almost as in the old paintings, dwells the charm of the past, of the faded which becomes stronger in a man when he reaches an advanced age.

I have never forgotten how you looked on that Sunday, Bertha: your lips of red as you sat talking with me on the sun-drenched stones, your eyes shining in the forest.

Linda wrote to her son from her hotel room opposite the Cambridge Common just hours after they parted, the first volley in an extraordinary correspondence that continued until the week of her death, nearly four decades later. During his freshman year, she wrote virtually every day—in other words, she appeared in his mailbox in the morning, a palpable, reassuring presence thanks to her remarkable skill as a letter writer.

Let's take a walk. You can show me some of your memories and I'll show you some of mine.

My first car was a motorcycle.

If dreams are like movies, then memories are films about ghosts.

The romance of your child's childhood may be the last romance you can give up.

A shield. That's what the memories were, the ones that had risen in her with such force of late. A barricade thrown up against the depredations of the present.

Was this what a family was, how it grew—straight as the children's teeth? Sure, there was an arm in a sling and over time the grandparents disappeared from the photos. The occasions changed, as did the dogs. But this was a family, start to finish, without wars or famines or political prisons, without a stranger coming to town to drown your daughter.

When I was kid, I remember playing 'Vogue' by Madonna over and over and over again. And ah, you know, something about the beat was really cool, and Madonna, visually, was on TV all the time and I thought she was just so beautiful.

Pola?y si? ?zy me czyste, rz?siste Na me dzieci?stwo sielskie, anielskie, Na moj? m?odo?? górn? i durn?, Na mój wiek m?ski, wiek kl?ski; Pola?y si? ?zy me czyste, rz?siste…

You eat and sleep it all day long and play on the streets until mom calls you in. My story is no different than anybody else's.

I know you're upset, of course you're upset," said Pu Sto's simulacrum. "You're grieving. Of course you are. I know how much you loved her." "Love her," Alma corrected, holding up one finger. "A little thing like dying doesn't cast that mighty verb into the past tense, you know.

Sixth grade was a big time, in my childhood, of hoops and friendship, and coming up with funny things.

SNL is a home. You've got all of your brothers and sisters there, and it's a great time.