Quotes About Memories

Silverstream!" Graystripe reared up and flung back his head. His wails of grief split the quiet air. "Silverstream!

I've lost Graystripe; I don't want to leave another friend behind." Ravenpaw shook his head. "My home is here, but I'll never forget you, I promise. I'll be waiting for you always.

We shall miss Leopardstar. I remember her from all the way back when I was an apprentice in ThunderClan. I always respected her, and, though her loyalty to RiverClan never wavered, she was a leader who understood the importance of keeping every Clan strong. She had the heart, courage, and strength of the mighty cat she was named for.

and not a day goes by when I don't think of Silverstream, Feathertail, and Stormfur. But I have no quarrel with StarClan for the path they chose for me, and I'm proud of all my kits. Blossomfall for her courage and skill in battle; Bumblestripe for his loyalty and compassion; and Briarlight for her bravery, her humbling spirit, and her hopefulness. I shall be watching all of you from the elders' den; you can be sure of that.

Tallkit backed away as their dark brown pelts scuffed the snow. It must be fun to have a littermate to play fight with. If only Finchkit hadn't died.

I have purred? Guilt ripped her belly. It's like I'm already forgetting him.

I dream that night. Part of me knows it's a dream, but that doesn't matter. I'm not about to wake up. Because in dreams, sometimes you can meet cats who are no longer with you.

I can forgive you, Bella, he thought. But I can't forget.

It will remind us of the debts that we owe to our former Clanmates," he

Feathertail

I would like to stand again in the place where Feathertail lies.

If people are going to keep a journal, they should do it when they're little, where all the good things happen, before life starts kicking you in the ass and in the head and every other places.

Tuesday, November 17th. 1896 ... I remember I used to half believe and wholly play with fairies when I was a child. What heaven can be more real than to retain the spirit-world of childhood, tempered and balanced by knowledge and common-sense.

What heaven can be more real than to retain the spirit-world of childhood?

Thank God I have the seeing eye, that is to say, as I lie in bed I can walk step by step on the fells and rough land seeing every stone and flower and patch of bog and cotton pass where my old legs will never take me again.

I remember every stone, every tree, the scent of heather... Even when the thunder growled in the distance, and the wind swept up the valley in fitful gusts, oh, it was beautiful, home sweet home.

Dejar la tierra. La tierra de uno. Los árboles y avenidas. El olor del cardamomo y los keftes de espinada. Los sonidos de la infancia que todavía se alojan debajo de la cama y en algunas esquinas; los rincones consentidos de casa. La alberca en la que aprendí a nadar. La reja que imaginó mi primer beso. Las calles de mi barrio, tan bien trazadas.

We all feel really blessed to have been with my dad for these 85 years.

A child's death isn't always necessary for a mother to grieve.

Keep in mind that people change, but the past doesn't.

[Photos are] our memory-keepers and our histories, the last thing we would grab [in a crisis], and the first thing you'd go back to look for.

they are not memories no he has no memories no nothing to prove he was ever above no in the places he sees no but he may have been yes skulking somewhere yes hugging the walls yes by night yes he can't affirm anything no deny anything no so one can't speak of memories no but at the same time one can speak of them yes

No home-cooked food, no matter how delicious, can match the power of bringing people together in misty-eyed recollection of industrially produced food.

Anything can start to taste good if you have enough positive memories of being fed it by a parent.