Quotes About Memories

the best thing you can give a child you love is happy memories and a foundation they can be proud of.

you know no one wanted to see the old boy go. I bet where ever he is, the fishing's good" "Given his surely behavior, the fish might be fried where he is,

My God, thank you for bringing her. It's like a trip into the past. Hannah looks just like her. My sweet little Terri." And Vanni was reminded, not for the first time, that the loss of a child is probably the most brutal loss of all, no matter that child's age. *

Someone lit the candles on the cake

Being a survivor didn't just mean being strong. It meant being lonely. Honestly, truly lonely. Knowing things other people weren't supposed to know. Carrying memories I was desperate to forget and yet still couldn't blank out of my head.

We can walk his last steps. We can retrieve his bones to be laid to rest next to his mother's. But we'll still never know everything that happened to Tim. Sooner or later, his father and his friends will have to come to terms with that. That the quality of their future sleep won't be determined by a visit to his grave, but by their ability to let go.

What is it about returning to my mother's house that immediately turns me into a five-year-old?

Ha! She has a dark side, my sister. Nobody believes it, but she used to torture me when I was little.

Her father had grown up with The Tonys; Tony "From-Down-The-Block" LoMonaco, "Pigeon" Tony Lucia, and Tony "Two Feet" Pensiera, which got shortened to "Feet," so even his nickname had a nickname.

That's grief, man. It gets in you. Your body carries it. It's embedded.

We never lose the people we love.

Eric turned the corner onto his old

She remained standing in the empty gallery long after Jack had been

Her house is the nest where she hides the joy, laughter, sorrows, and regrets of her life.

What stays with me most is a general sense of loss, unease, and longing for the past that cannot be relieved.

The problem with living so long is that you see too many people pass before you.

People come in and out of our lives, and the true test of friendship is whether you can pick back up right where you left off the last time you saw each other.

Maybe stories and memories are destined to be incomplete...

How different it is with friendship. No one picks a friend for us; we come together by choice. We are not tied together through ceremony or the responsibility to create a son; we tie ourselves together through moments. The spark when we first meet. Laughter and tears shared. Secrets packed away to be

Her house is the nest where she hides the joy, laughter, sorrows, and

The memories of the agony you felt during your footbinding will never leave completely. There will be days from now until you die when the anguish will visit—if you've stood too long or walked too far, if the weather is about to change, if you don't take proper care of your feet.

Parents die, daughters grow up and marry out, but sisters are for life. She is the only person left in the world who shares my memories of our childhood, our parents, our Shanghai, our struggles, our sorrows, and, yes, even our moments of happiness and triumph. My sister is the one person who truly knows me, as I know her. The last thing May says to me is "When our hair is white, we'll still have our sister love.

She's grabbed onto old traditions-outdated traditions- in the same way I latch onto them now: as a means of survival, as a way to hang on to ghost memories.

We can't hold on to anyone or anything, you know. We lose everything except that which we carry within us.