Quotes About Memories

never had one when I was a kid." She pointed with her free hand. "Over that way. No, over there actually. Over there across the Bay is Oakland. You know where 7th and Central is?" "No." "Good for you then. That is where I grew up, in that vicinity. Now I'm practically a superstar.

Life produces some inglorious moments that live forever in your mind.

I'll not always be here on guard. The stars twinkle in the Milky Way and the wind sighs for songs across the empty fields of a planet a Galaxy away. You won't always be here. But before you go, whisper this to your sons and their sons - "The work was free. Keep it so.

Living a minimalistic lifestyle is becoming more and more popular as people realize materialistic items hold no true value. Making memories that last a lifetime and forging relationships with the people you live with is a treasure that you can't put a price on.

In the last 13 years, the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, when compared to our two world wars, Korea, and Vietnam, have not resulted in staggering numbers of Americans killed. But the deaths of non-Americans as a consequence of our sanctions, invasions, and bombings are numbered in the hundreds of thousands. We may not be counting, but the Muslim world is. Recipients of such violence and their families have long memories.

We had some good times at school. I didn't know how good those times was till I left, but I guess that's the way of it

When I was about 12 years old back in Houston, my Dad used to take us to the driving range.

Mary Agnes had been saving her money for two years…and perhaps her parents had been saving up for her wedding for the past twenty. And it was over in five hours, with nothing left but an album of photographs and a reel or two of movie film and a dress that would have to be kept in a box with moth balls, and a million confused and blurred memories.

Weddings are fun. After all, it's only once in a lifetime. Then you have the housework and the babies and the work begins. A girl has to have something to remember.

Old age is a lot of crossed off names in an address book.

I ended up with forty acres; I ended up with a broken fiddle-- And a broken laugh, and a thousand memories, and not a sin- gle regret.

CONFESSION NO. 18 Girls just want to have fun…and live to tell about it the next day.

Dicen que la Humanidad se puede dividir entre aquellos cuya infancia fue un infierno, en cuyo caso siempre vivirán perseguidos por ese fantasma, y aquellos que disfrutraron de una niñez maravillosa, que lo tienen aún mucho peor porque perdieron para siempre el paraíso

Have you ever been hurt and the place tries to heal a bit, and you just pull the scar off of it over and over again.

Memories of our lives, of our works and our deeds will continue in others.

young woman was so true to the little girl who had sometimes

Still, now and then they seemed to be holding behind them the surprising, the magic vistas of childhood - the sudden snow at night, whirling and furring without sound against the window; the full moon and all its shadows on the lawn; the Christmas sleigh and reindeer in the sky.

She remembered him smiling, and realized that time, that great old healer, had finally accomplished its work, and now, across the years, the face of love no longer stirred up agonies of grief and bitterness. Rather, one was left feeling simply grateful. For how unimaginably empty the past would be without him to remember.

Life is sweet. . . Beyond the pain, life continues to be sweet. The basics are still there. Beauty, food and friendship, reservoirs of love and understanding. Later, possibly not yet, you are going to need others who will encourage you to make new beginnings. Welcome them. They will help you move on, to cherish happy memories and confront the painful ones with more than bitterness and anger.

As long as Mumma was alive, she knew that some small part of herself had remained a child, cherished and adored. Perhaps you never completely grew up until your mother died.

Time had lost its importance. That was one of the good things about getting old: you weren't perpetually in a hurry. All her life, Penelope had looked after other people, but now she had no one to think about but herself. There was time to stop and look, and, looking, to remember. Visions widened, like views seen from the slopes of a painfully climbed mountain, and having come so far, it seemed ridiculous not to pause and enjoy them.

She smelled of Marlboros, Aviance Night Musk, and her first drink of the late afternoon.

It was a quilt of patches left over from the woolen coats that had passed through the family

still kept. Rose and the girls were hooting