Quotes About Memories

It was only when I followed Dad into our house and saw the empty chair that I was able to convince myself it was true. I would never see him again, never feel that curved old back under my fingertips as I hugged him, never again make him a cup of tea or interpret his silent words or joke with him about cheating at Sudoku.

She stopped and turned to me, as if she had suddenly thought of something. "You know, you don't have to be sad just to stay connected to him." - page 273 "Hey Lou!" she yelled. "I meant to say to you. Moving on doesn't mean you loved my dad any less, you know. I'm pretty sure even he would tell you that." - page 300

Sei scolpita nel mio cuore, Clark, fin dal primo giorno in cui sei arrivata con i tuoi abiti ridicoli, le tue terribili battute e la tua totale incapacità di nascondere ogni minima sensazione. Tu hai cambiato la mia vita molto più di quanto questo denaro potrà mai cambiare la tua. Non pensare a me troppo spesso. Non voglio pensarti in un mare di lacrime. Vivi bene. Semplicemente vivi. Con amore, Will

hadn't realized that music could unlock things in you, could transport you to somewhere even the composer hadn't predicted. It left an imprint in the air around you, as if you carried its remnants with you when you went.

I looked at Will and I saw the baby I held in my arms, dewily besotted, unable to believe that I had created another human being. I saw the toddler, reaching for my hand, the schoolboy weeping tears of fury after being bullied by some other child. I saw the vulnerabilities, the love, the history.

I just…want to be a man who has been to a concert with a girl in a red dress. Just for a few minutes more." I released the door handle. "Sure." I closed my eyes and lay my head against the headrest, and we sat there together for a while longer, two people lost in remembered music, half hidden in the shadow of a castle on a moonlit hill.

Hannah ran past, beaming. I remember that feeling--when you're a kid and it's your birthday and for one day everyone makes you feel like the most special person in the world.

olhei para will e enxerguei o bebê que segurei no colo, chorosamente encantada, incapaz de acreditar que havia gerado um outro ser humano. vi a criança pequena, esticando a mão para mim, o menino em idade escolar chorando de raiva porque outra criança zombou dele. enxerguei as vulnerabilidades, o amor, a história. era isso que ele estava me pedindo para extinguir - a criança e, ao mesmo tempo, o homem - todo aquele amor, toda aquela história.

just … want to be a man who has been to a concert with a girl in a red dress. Just for a few minutes more.

you don't have to be sad just to stay connected to him.

That's what he was asking me to extinguish—the small child as well as the man—all that love, all that history.

My aunt Lina will be waiting there with her apron open, ready to catch the head. She makes the best souse—that's from the tongue, ears and feet—this side of the Cumberland Gap. But my favorite part of the whole day, since I was small, is when Daddy tips all the innards into a tub and we get to choose the best bit to roast.

The world is full of lasts,

The last time you pick up your child. The last time you hug a parent. The last time you cook dinner in a house full of the people you love.

And with all these moments you don't know that this will be the last or you would be overwhelmed by the poignancy of them, hang on to them like someone unhinged, bury your face in them, never let them go.

I just . . . want to be a man who has been to a concert with a girl in a red dress. Just for a few minutes more.

The problem with getting older was not so much that one got stuck on the past, Vivi often thought, but that there was so much more of the past to get lost in.

I just want to be a man who has been to a concert with a girl in a red dress

I saw the vulnerabilities, the love, the history. That's what he was asking me to extinguish—the small child as well as the man—all that love, all that history. And

Don't think of me too often. I don't want to think of you getting all maudlin. Just live well. Just live. Love, Will

It's nineties music. Olden-days stuff!" she said cheerfully, and I tried not to think too hard about the fact that I was, in her eyes, basically geriatric.

Suddenly she turned and, spotting me by the entrance, waved, her smile wide, her hair flying up around her face. "Hey, Lou!" she yelled. "I meant to say to you. Moving on doesn't mean you loved my dad any less, you know. I'm pretty sure even he would tell you that.

none of us move on without a backward look. We move on always carrying with us those we have lost. What we aim to do in our little group is ensure that carrying them is not a burden, something that feels impossible to bear, a weight keeping us stuck in the same place. We want their presence to feel like a gift. "And

relationship. She had lost the man she loved.