Quotes About Memories

Marguerite changed the CD to, of all people, Derek and the Dominos, because "Bell Bottom Blues" had been Candace's favorite song. It was her anthem.

Because Tarik was dead.

Yeah, but no one uses half-dollars," I pointed out. "Except great-grandpas, and then they have caramels stuck to them." -Alice

But that was a long time ago, and life was as worth living now as it had been then. She would not willingly give up the present to have the past again.

I miss thee, my Mother! Thy image is still The deepest impressed on my heart.

People may come and go,lives may change in a instant,but love and friendship will last forever.

Grief is the price we pay for love.

The wind is full of memories; It whispers low and clear The sacred echoes of the past, And brings the dead more near.

Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight, Make me a child again, just for to-night! Mother, come back from the echoless shore, Take me again to your heart as of yore; Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care, Smooth the few silver threads out of my hair; Over my slumbers your loving watch keep-- Rock me to sleep, mother--rock me to sleep!

Backward, flow backward, O tide of the years! I am so weary of toil and of tears-- Toil without recompense, tears all in vain-- Take them, and give me my childhood again!

Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight make me a child again just for to-night!

Loss is not felt in the absence of love.

I remember, when I was a child and wrote poems in little clasped books, I used to kiss the books and put them away tenderly because I had been happy near them, and take them out by turns when I was going from home, to cheer them by the change of air and the pleasure of the new place. This, not for the sake of the verses written in them, and not for the sake of writing more verses in them, but from pure gratitude.

It is pleasant even to look back on it. We were obliged to look narrowly at the economies, more narrowly than usual; but the cheapness of the place suited the occasion, and the little villa, like a mere tent among the vines, charmed us, though the doors didn't shut, and though (on account of the smallness) Robert and I had to whisper all our talk whenever Wiedeman was asleep.

The greenhouse—distant cousin, Ida, reportedly something of a botanist. The bed where we conceived Lily: Great-great-great-great-Aunt Minerva. Aunt Augustine's dish set isn't just an heirloom—it really is Aunt Augustine.

There was the sense of something having been ripped from me; that heartbroken punch of loss without any memories to explain where it was coming from.

As the dia went by, I slowly got back some control. And with the control, the shaodws of memories I hadn't considered in ans-that perhaps I had not been permitted to consider in ans?-began emerging.

As the dia went by, I slowly got back some control. And with the control, the shadows of memories I hadn't considered in ans-that perhaps I had not been permitted to consider in ans?-began emerging.

Kit bumped Matthew with his shoulder, the way, once upon a time, he might have nudged another friend.

God, she sounded like my first girlfriend. Only girlfriend, if I'm going to be honest.

The cold could kill me, but it's no worse than the memories. Endurable as long as I keep moving.

Memories weigh something. They weigh you down.

I was too exhausted with memories and the volatile tears that memories seemed to drag from me at every opportunity now.

Perhaps I had been dreaming, processing and refining old memories in the way you're supposed to process and refine newer ones.