Quotes About Memories

the past was what we carried with us, threaded to the future, and we decided whether to keep it close or let it go. Fate was both what we were given and what we made for ourselves.

She had lost some of who she was when she lost her beloved.

A lifetime is a lifetime whether it lasts one night or a hundred years.

When you have a sister, someone knows the story of who you were and who you would always be.

When you have lost your mother you have lost the world.

The music of your youth stays with you and winds itself around your heart. I hear one chord of Strawberry Fields Forever or Satisfaction and am instantly back in time. It doesn't matter where I am, suddenly I'm walking through the woods, I'm in my best friend's room ...

the past was what we carried with us, threaded to the future, and we decided whether to keep it close or let it go.

Every time a new house was built, a bucket of peach stones would be found, and even children on their way to school knew that finding one meant luck, whatever the outcome: love forgotten, love gone wrong, love despite all odds, love ever after, love after all this time.

Hochman had been right, the past was what we carried with us, threaded to the future, and we decided whether to keep it close or let it go. Fate was both what we were given and what we made for ourselves.

The doctor thought of his old horse in the field whom he missed more than he ever would have thought possible. He thought of Liza Hull kissing her baby good-bye, and of his grandson in his hospital bed, and of all the people he'd seen enter this world and those he'd helped leave it behind. He was a lucky man to be sitting beside Elinor in the garden in the last green days of May. He had loved her for so many years, he would just go on doing it, with or without

You lose people sometimes, you know. You don't expect to, but then it happens and you can't get them back.

She had told me often enough to keep my mouth shut, and now I did exactly that. I abolished all language on the day of my father's funeral.

In the morning, she told everyone she was perfectly fine, even though she wasn't, even though she wished she was still on that green hill where Levi had been buried, where the grass smelled so sweet, where there was no beginning and no end.

Love someone and they're yours forever, no matter how much time intervenes, that's what Margaret Grey knew. The sky will always be blue; the wind will always rise up across the meadow and thread its way through the grass.

It was a clear, bright, beautiful day, the air tinged with salt, the climbing roses blooming. The graveyard was filled with sunlight.

The doctor thought of his old horse in the field whom he missed more than he ever would have thought possible. He thought of Liza Hull kissing her baby good-bye, and of his grandson in his hospital bed, and of all the people he'd seen enter this world and those he'd helped leave it behind. He was a lucky man to be sitting beside Elinor in the garden in the last green days of May. He had loved her for so many years, he would just go on doing it, with or without her.

IT WASN'T EASY TO walk away from the past, even when you locked it up in a box for which there was no key. Memories rattle around late at night, they claw at the latch, escaping when you least expect them to do so.

They sealed this promise by hooking pinkies, the way they used to, long ago, when promises didn't hurt as much.

Each time she sees it she is reminded of how some things are never over they stay with you until they are a part of you, like it or not

I'd lived my whole life without a friend. I'd just have to remember how to do that again.

And then, when Kylie looks back at her house, she has the strangest feeling. The house seems lost to her in some way, as though she were looking at a memory, a place she used to live in and will never forget but one she can't go back to, not anymore.

It was not possible to hold on to ashes. In my dreams I had always walked out of the past, and it shut behind me, a door I couldn't unlock. Now I intended to do the same in my waking life.

She thought that some people were like stories rather than whole books—at least the ones you never saw again. With people like that, you never knew what the real ending was.

he couldn't remember how it felt to live his life without his dog.