Quotes About Memories

Since Hamilton had at least one sibling who had died in infancy or childhood, the poem may have summoned up memories of his own mother's hardships: For the sweet babe, my doting heart Did all a mother's fondness feel; Careful to act each tender part And guard from every threatening ill. But what alas! availed my care? The unrelenting hand of death, Regardless of a parent's prayer Has stopped my lovely infant's breath

It struck her how eating was a comfort during a hard time because it reminded you that there had been other days, good days, when you'd eaten the same thing.

Of course, who can forget that first love, or first sex, or first drink - especially if they all occur together. I also remember how, after Ligeia had left our lives, I'd worried for months that she might reappear and tell Bill what I'd never confessed to him. But after a while nostalgia supplanted guilt and our summer at Panther Creek became more a tender coming-of-age story, a summer of love complete with bucolic setting.

Wherever a beautiful soul has been there is a trail of beautiful memories...

we always feel our reality isn't enough. So we consume drugs and give ourselves artificial memories; we want to escape from the confinement of our lives. But I assure you that the only way to resolve the conflict is to learn to accept it and find your own place in the world.

La vida es un pequeño espacio de luz entre dos nostalgias: la de lo que aún no has vivido y la de lo que ya no vas a poder vivir.

Je supportais ma peine comme on traverse un champ de mines : quand je pensais à autre chose, ma vie était normale, presque heureuse. Mais, de temps en temps, quelque chose me rappelait M., c'est-à-dire que je posais sans le vouloir le pied sur une mine et la déflagration me broyait les tripes pendant quelque temps.

La infancia es el lugar en el que habitas el resto de tu vida.

It occurred to her, sadly, and not for the first time, that as you grew older you became busier, and time went faster and faster, the months pushing each other rudely out of the way, and the years slipping off the calendar and into the past. Once, there had been time. Time to stand, or sit, and just look at daffodils. Or to abandon housekeeping, on the spur of the moment, walk out of the back door and up the hill, into the lark-song emptiness of a summer morning.

You know, it won't ever be like this again. Not ever. Just you and me, and this place and this time. Things only happen once.

Rosamunde Pilcher

And all at once it was as it had been before, on that gusty August day during the war, and she was twenty-three years old again, with holes in her sneakers, and Papa sitting beside her. And Richard walked in; into the gallery and into their lives. And Papa told him, They will come...to paint the warmth of the sun and the colour of the wind. And that was how it had all begun.

I know we didn't have very long together, but what we did have was special. Not many people achieve such happiness, even for a year or two.

Yes, she was lovely. But more than that, she was warm and funny and loving. Hot-tempered one moment, and laughing the next. And she could make a home anywhere. She carried a sort of security about with her. I can't think of a single person who didn't love her. I still think about her every day of my life. Sometimes she seems very dead. And other times, I can't believe that she isn't somewhere in the house and that a door won't open and she'll be there.

I always thinks that a garden is the best sort of legacy a person can leave. [Caroline, 'Skelmerton']

The air smelled of box and mint and thyme and newly turned earth. Laura

And in this life, nothing good is truly lost. It stays part of a person, becomes part of their character.

What do you suppose their

Rosamunde Pilcher

Things only happen once. Do you ever think, Judith? It can be a bit the same, of course, but never quite the same

Life is just a series of good-byes, isn't it? People move in and out of our lives, they go on to new places, sometimes they die.

Life isn't a matter of milestones, but of moments.

towards Irma, seemingly burning or giving away every last item that had belonged to him?

River on the ferry, Billy swam beside it, and Harriet remembered the donkey and the donkey cart of her first