Quotes About Memories

Best friends can turn a horrible day into one of the best days of your life.

Life is like an overlong drama through which we sit being nagged by the vague memories of having read the reviews.

Grandma Redbird: Honey, you have to move past this. Zoey: How Grandma? Grandma Redbird: By living the life she'd be proud of you for living.

You're only young once.

Nick Rhodes (musician): My parents would often watch Top of the Pops with me, as they were quite turned on by knowing what was going on in the charts, and I remember they actually liked Bowie. They liked him so much they took me to see him when he played the Empire Pool in Wembley, in London, in 1976, on the Station to Station tour, not once but twice. I'd become such a fan, and he had become such a focus of what I thought I wanted to do with my life at the time.

Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughsAbout the lilting house and happy as the grass was green.

One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound except the distant speaking of the voices I sometimes hear a moment before sleep, that I can never remember whether it snowed for six days and six nights when I was twelve or whether it snowed for twelve days and twelve nights when I was six.

There are always Uncles at Christmas.

Houses have their own ways of dying, falling as variously as the generations of men, some with a tragic roar, some quietly, but to an afterlife in the city of ghosts, while from others, and thus was the death of Wickham Place, the spirit slips before the body perishes.

The adventure is over. Everything gets over, and nothing is ever enough. Except the part you carry with you. It's the same as going on a vacation. Some people spend all their time on a vacation taking pictures so that when they get home they can show their friends evidence that they had a good time. They don't pause to let the vacation enter inside of them and take that home.

Better than chocolate, being with you last night. Silly me, I thought that nothing was better than chocolate.

I see it for what is is, now. It is a house built on ashes. Ashes of the life Granddad shared with Gran, ashes of the maple from which the tire swing flew, ashes of the old Victorian house with the porch and the hammock. The new house is built on the grave of all the trophies and symbols of the family: the New Yorker cartoons, the taxidermy, the embroidered pillows, the family portraits.

It all seems so sad, so unbearably sad for a second, to think of the lovely old maple with the swing. We never told the tree how much we loved it. We never gave it a name, never did anything for it.

The song: Our youth is wasted We will not waste it Remember my name 'Cause we made history Na na na na, na na

What fun we had, how beautiful we were.

What fun we'd had, how beautiful we were.

They planned to know one another when they were ancient and gray-"when we're doddering around with canes and have forgotten the names of our wives, we will still be Bassets,and still be young in our hearts.

The notebook was tattered, and on every fragile page Frankie could feel the fundamental connection between the boys. They were going through life together - whether the pranks they pulled were dumb or brilliant. She was going through life with no one.

Think of your happy memories. Know they are still in you. They are part of you. And maybe even they ARE you.

I mean, when I die, throw my ashes in the water of the tiny beach. Then when you miss me, you can climb up here, look down, and think how awesome I was.

I hand him the bag of fudge Granddad and I bought in Edgartown, and the way his face lights up at the chocolate tugs at my heart.

I wrote our names in the sand. Cadence, Mirren, Johnny, & Gat. Gat, Johnny, Mirren, & Cadence. That was the beginning of us.

It is good to know that once upon a time, there was Gat and me.

It is good to be loved, even though it will not last. It is good to know that once upon a time, there was Gat and me.