Quotes About Memories

I think your teenage years define your musical roots forever. You're always looking for a theme for your high school years.

The theme of 'A Christmas Story' is that you can count on Christmas - that everybody has a Christmas story. Everybody has that time in the holiday season that they remember.

Fewer people than you might think seem to have truly enjoyed their formative education and, for those who did not, one theme in particular recurs: the breathtaking cruelty of children.

Busch Gardens was my theme park; it was where I went on my day off from school.

The theme song of 'Doug' was my ringtone once for literally a year.

My favorite thing to do as a kid was pretend I was in the opening credits of a sitcom. As the theme song would play, I'd look up at the imaginary camera and smile as my name would flash on the screen.

If you want to page me, It's OK! I've actually had guys tell me they were fans from the 'Kim Possible' days. And I've met people who still have the 'Kim Possible' theme song as their ringtone.

The death of a close loved one can often change the landscape of everything else in your life.

I'm supposed to treasure what was good and move on.

She'd fill him up with goodness before she left; he'd tackle what to do with all those feelings later. Ian decided he could think of her as a Christmas gift. A beautiful little glimpse of what life could have been. It

You'll never get over her," she said. "I'm not supposed to get over her, Maggie. I'm supposed to treasure what was good and move on. That's a tall enough order.

Whether we like it or not, the people who raise us leave an indelible mark.

this now? "I miss my mother,

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

I don't know what I'd do without you," she told him. He smiled sweetly. "You'd be miserable." He touched his glass to hers. "To Doc," he said. "To Doc. The biggest pain-in-the-ass country doctor in three counties." She hiccupped. "God, I'm going to miss him." *

What had he done to her? And why was he kidding himself? He'd never stop loving her. He

I think loving someone and losing them can leave a hole in your heart.

He was wearing sweatpants, his chest and feet bare, a towel slung around his neck and his hair wet from the shower. She flushed a little, remembering that wide, hard chest as it had been pressed against her breasts. And those muscular arms that had held him up over her to keep from crushing her with his weight. "I

Before you go, I want you to know you've been that kind of friend to me,

Do you think it's a bad omen to meet in a cemetery?" she asked him. "I have a special fondness for this place," he said. "This is exactly where you completely lost control, threw yourself at me and passionately kissed me. I like it here." "I think I surprised myself more than you," she said. "Impossible. I thought I'd have to chase you for years before I got a kiss.

They love that rock. Ever been to Yosemite?" She shook her head.

I'm remembering how it was when I first got here—there was a bird's nest in the oven." She looked up at him. "You rebuilt this whole cabin for me—trying to get me to stay." "The second I saw you, I was doomed. I don't know what would have become of me if you hadn't stayed." "You'd

I know, I know, but there was something about the pains we had as kids, the melodrama and agony over things that didn't really matter but mattered so much just the same….

Ellie, your grandmother must have been incredible. I wish I could've met her." She sighed. "She totally rocked. I miss her so much sometimes." She swallowed. "Seems unfair sometimes. Jason… My gramma… Two people I loved so much are already gone." Noah did an uncharacteristic thing. He reached across the front seat and grabbed her hand, giving it a squeeze. Because he understood that. *