Quotes About Memories

La honradez es un lujo de los ricos. El comerciante siempre trata de obtener el mejor precio por su mercadería, por sí mismo y por su familia. Los turistas que vienen aquí andan en busca de recuerdos. Si quieren comprar auténticas antigüedades, lo menos que pueden hacer es adquirir algún conocimiento sobre el tema. Es responsabilidad de ellos.

One keeps searching for ease, she did not say, and not finding it, till the memories of no-pain seem only like daydreams.

and again she wished for Sherwood, and the dappled roof of leaves that never weighed upon her. She pulled her scarf closer around her and thought, I would rather live in a hut in the woods; a hut like the one of my first memories, with a clean-swept dirt floor, and a brown-eyed boy watching me from behind his mother's skirts as I watched him from behind mine.

But I return to you now all that you did give me: all the rage and the terror, the pain and the hatred that should have been love. The nightmares and the waking dreams that are worse than nightmares because they are memories. These I return to you for I want them no more, and I will bear them not one whit of my time on this earth more.

Son, when you were born, you cried while the world rejoiced. Live your life in such a way that when you die the world cries while you rejoice.

when you were born, you cried while the world rejoiced. Live your life in such a way that when you die the world cries while you rejoice.

There are few things more rejuvenating than sharing a belly-bursting laugh with an old friend.

spend more time with your kids

on your deathbed, in the twilight of your life, it will not be all the risks you took that you will regret the most.

happy people have often experienced as much adversity as those who are unhappy. What sets them apart is that they have the good sense to manage their memories in a way that enriches their lives.

empieza a vivir de tu imaginación, no de tus recuerdos.

Who Will Cry When You Die?

La vida que nos es dada es, por naturaleza, breve, pero la memoria de una vida bien vivida es eterna.

When my son was growing up, he constantly asked me to give him piggyback rides. Though I knew how much he loved them, I was always too busy to play with him. I had reports to read or meetings to attend or calls to make. Now that he has grown up and left our home, I have realized one thing: I would give anything in the world to give that little boy a piggyback ride.

A full family photo album is far more impressive to me than an overflowing bank account. Honestly.

When I was growing up, my father said something to me I will never forget, "Son, when you were born, you cried while the world rejoiced. Live your life in such a way that when you die the world cries while you rejoice.

Robin, when you were born, you cried while the world rejoiced. Son, live your life in such a way that when you die, the world cries—while you rejoice.

When you are born, you cried while others laughed around you, likewise make others cry when you are dead.

Eli shouted my name, and then his arounds were around me, and I reached for Adriane who held fast to a blistering, burning creature that once had been Max and somehow still breathed and stood and howled. Though he was now nothing but flame, a golem of fire, that lived only because he'd forgotten how to die.

They would fade away-and I would be left alone to face the people at school,and the reporters,and Adriane,and all the places where Max had taken my hand or breathed in my ear or told me he loved me,and the emptiness that used to be Chris.

Born in a house where the door's shut tight Shadowy fingers on the curtains at night Cherry tree blossom head high snow A busy main road where I wasn't to go

The ghosts . . . try to remember the sunlight. Light has died out of their skies.

She tasted like buried treasure and swing sets and coffee. She tasted the way fireworks felt, like something you could get close to but never really have just for yourself.

Her granny was asleep and Mary knew it was special, this trip. It was something that hadn't been planned. It was actually impossible. Four generations of women--I'm a woman, Mary said to herself--heading off on a journey in a car. One of them dead, one of them dying, one of them driving, one of them just starting out.