Quotes About Memories

She knew I could tell with one glance, one look, one simple instant. It was her eyes. Despite the thick makeup, they were still dark-rimmed., haunted, and sad. Most of all though, they were familiar. The fact that we were in front of hundreds of strangers changed nothing at all. I'd spent a summer with those same eyes-scared, lost, confused-staring back at me. I would have known them anywhere.

That was the thing. You never got used to it, the idea of someone being gone. Just when you think it's reconciled, accepted, someone points it out to you, and it just hits you all over again, that shocking.

All I'd ever wanted was to forget. but even when I thought I had, pieces had kept emerging, like bits of wood floating up to the surface that only hint at the shipwreck below.

When Andrew went with the girls, we were talking all morning and he was saying, 'It's okay. Just remember we had such a good day. Our wedding was so perfect.' Because we're such a unit together. He made me feel very part of the day on April the 29th.

Let him join the men of the past. Her old lovers were ghosts. None of them had survived; none were missed.

The song finished playing, and Arlo remembered why it had resonated with so many people. It's nostalgic for something that isn't real, and it's sad about that. Everybody's nostalgic for glory days that never happened.

I'd never have guessed which people I'd still know by now.

I knew I was grown up when I spent time with them and felt not just the weight of my old memories but the weight of theirs, from when they were children.

It's an expression of grief for an original loss.

My own girlhood felt like something from 1650 even when it was happening. The little parties, kindnesses done by friends, the light as I walked home from school. Pine needles. I spent those days feeling half-there, not quite committed to that life.

Time is a beautiful thing. It's like when you meet an old lover on the street six years later and they don't look so ugly anymore.

Listen as the wind blows From across the great divide Voices trapped in yearning Memories trapped in time

Maria cries unashamedly on my shoulder while I whisper and pet her cheek, but Anastasia grips my other hand and stares fiercely back at our Alexander Palace with her wet blue eyes until it is no more than a lemon-colored speck against the sunrise.

Just because a relationship ends, it doesn't mean it's not worth having.

A friendship can't survive on childhood memories alone. We have to create new experiences, or the friendship will shrivel up.

The museum may lose things," I said, "but it never throws them away.

My roses still bloom, for I will not let them fade, but the weeping willows have choked out the cherry trees, and all the chrysanthemums and snapdragons have become love-lies-bleeding and anemones and hydrangeas of the deepest indigo blue. You are missed, my only violet.

The room looked exactly as it had looked when I left the Siddons house for good at the age of eighteen, as if the intervening years had never happened, as if my escape had been nothing but a dream.

wreck that had been his sanctuary growing up. Before he could announce himself she'd turned, her hair swinging softly around her face and brushing her jaw. "Are you going

If you lived in a city for long enough, the streets and the places where life happens fold inwards, like paper, making space for new memories. Yet visiting old haunts and a long forgotten road was like stretching the concertina out again - the memories leap out, fresh as the day you folded them away.

I'm still sad. Part of me will always be sad, and there are days when I'm crushed by it. But the truth is that sometimes life sends you change that you wouldn't have chosen, and this was one of those times. I had no choice about losing Cameron, but I do have a choice about what I do with my life from now on. I miss him terribly, but I intend to get out of bed and keep living, no matter how hard that feels. And all the memories can come along with me.

In the life of each of us, I said to myself, there is a place remote and islanded, and given to endless regret or secret happiness.

Yes'm, old friends is always best, 'less you can catch a new one that's fit to make an old one out of.

tain't so pleasant as when poor dear was here. Oh, I didn't want to lose her an' she didn't want to go, but it had to be. Such things ain't for us to say; there's no yes an' no to it.