Quotes About Memories

You are young, replied Athos, and your bitter memories have time to change into sweet ones.

what use is a childhood?

Beneath the chinaberry tree at the school, on the wide rolling clay earth scattered with fallen berries, he had thought himself homesick. But now he felt as though the place he wanted to be no longer existed in the world.

And maybe you can tell me all about the hot Aussie you spent the afternoon with." She shook her hand next to her chest. "I heard he's pretty hubba-hubba." You have no idea , Kerry thought, and in the face of Maddy's charming, infectious smile, couldn't squelch her own. "It was a passable way to spend an afternoon." Maddy hooted a laugh. "I'll bet.

One thing was certain: She was probably past the point of making sure no one got hurt. Because she already knew that not seeing Cooper ever again, not feeling his body on hers, his mouth on hers, hearing him laugh, making him laugh, arguing, talking, finding notes tucked under starfish on her dashboard in the morning.

I came to Venice for the first time in 1968 and was lucky enough to make the acquaintanceship, and then the friendship, of two Venetians, Roberta and Franco, who remain my best friends here after almost 50 years.

dessert. Chapter 7 Even though Alexa, Regina, and Lauren had been having dinner on Thursdays at Lucinda's for at least six years, Alexa still let the

You can't bank your experiences for your children.

Death's power is limited -- It cannot eradicate memories Or slay love It cannot destroy even a threadbare faith Or permanently hobble the smallest hope in God It cannot permeate the soul And it cannot cripple the spirit It merely separates us for a while That is the only power death can claim --No more

I don't know what sort of occasion I was waiting for...because everyday was a special occasion with your father.

Christmas isn't a parade or concert but a piece of home you keep in your heart wherever you go.

When I think about all the patients and their loved ones that I have worked with over the years, I know most of them don't remember me nor I them. But I do know that I gave a little piece of myself to each of them and they to me and those threads make up the beautiful tapestry in my mind that is my career in nursing.

Strange the workings of the heart. One could go on for years, habituated to loss, reconciled to it, and then, in a moments unwary thought, the pain resurfaced, sharp and raw as a fresh wound.

In der Studienzeit lernten wir uns kennen, sie fiel jedem auf mit ihren langen, leuchtend blonden, dicken Haaren, von hinten war sie schöner als von vorn. Angelika.

We use our parents like recurring dreams, to be entered into when needed.

What he didn't know was that he always would and that in all those important moments that were yet to come to pass in his life, there would be a searing wound. Over time the wound would grow smaller, but it would never disappear.

This was the thing about family heirlooms: humble or grand, they made the past alive again.

I prayed she would haunt me forever. Just because she was dead, she had no right to desert me.

The people you love never leave you ...

Funny how something that seemed so insignificant, just an old bowl with faded glazed stripes, could trigger so many memories.

I hate him for what he's done, but I still love him for the man he was.

Old pain doesn't completely die. Time may soothe it, stoke over it until it looks like it has healed, but it never dies properly. It stays with you, it lives in the cracks of your soul, waiting for moments when you feel true pain

Four be the things I'd have been better without: love, curiosity, freckles and doubt.

Doesn't it seem hard, Oliver, that as children, when we'll take any mould, we should be formed for the rest of our lives by small things that don't really matter in themselves at all? My grievance is that the Lockwoods were silly, selfish, snobbish, creatures with no single saving grace—except, perhaps, Clare—and yet I minded about them.