Quotes About Memories

It's hard to leave the only place you've known.

Although he had through the memories learned about the pain of loss and loneliness, now he gained too, an understanding of solitude and its joy.

Why do you and I have to hold these memories?' 'It gives us wisdom.

We thank you for your childhood.

The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It's the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared.

My best friend—her name was Helena—lived in that house. Sometimes I used to spend the night with her. But more often she came to my house, on weekends. It was more fun to be in the country.

It's as if the sea sucked away her past and left her empty.

Mama was out shopping with Kirsti, Annemarie and Ellen were sprawled on the living room floor playing with paper dolls. They had cut the dolls from Mama's magazines, old ones she had saved from past years. The paper ladies had old-fashioned hair styles and clothes, and the girls had given them names from Mama's very favorite book. Mama had told Annemarie and Ellen the entire story of Gone With the

JONAS DID NOT want to go back. He didn't want the memories, didn't want the honor, didn't want the wisdom, didn't want the pain. He wanted his childhood again, his scraped knees and ball games.

He didn't want the memories, didn't want the honour, didn't want the wisdom, didn't want the pain.

she said, "thank you for your childhood.

There are so many good memories, The Giver reminded Jonas. And it was true.

The Giver hugged him. "I love you, Jonas," he said. "But I have another place to go. When my work here is finished, I want to be with my daughter.

Change means leaving things behind, and that's always sad -Gossamer

It's just that . . . without the memories it's all meaningless. They gave that burden to me. And to the previous Receiver. And the one before him.

I didn't. I used my wisdom, from the memories. I knew that there had been times in the past—terrible times—when people had destroyed others in haste, in fear, and had brought about their own destruction.

A veces es más fácil recuperar los recuerdos perdidos y los sueños olvidados no pensando en ellos.

tunic back on. "Goodbye, sir," he said. "Thank you for my

my job is to transmit to you all the memories I have within me. Memories of the past.

He knew that he had the remaining hours of night before they would be aware of his escape. So he rode hard, steadily, willing himself not to tire as the minutes and miles passed. There had been no time to receive the memories he and The Giver had counted on, of strength and courage. So he relied on what he had, and hoped it would be enough.

She had seen the cindered fragments of her childhood life whirl into the sky as well.

When I was very young, about four, I had a friend names Modest Storewrecker.

Do you remember the day when the plane flew over the community? Yes. I was scared. So were they. They prepared to shoot it down. But they sought my advice. I told them to wait. But how did you know? How did you know the pilot was lost? I didn't. I used my wisdom, from the memories. I knew that there had been times in the past--terrible times--when people had destroyed others in haste, in fear, and had brought about their own destruction.

It's bye-bye to you, Gabe, in the morning," Father had said, in his sweet, sing-song voice.