Quotes About Memories

We are made of our memories.

Helena and me with angel wings, spreading from one end of the paper to the other, and under our wings are thirteen faces. Max, Dr. Schillinger, Dziusia. Siunek and Old Hirsch. Malwina Bessermann with Cesia and Janek. Monek and Sala, Henek and Danuta, and Jan Dorlich.

We're always living days we can never get back," I say. "So we make new ones. That's all.

Like the spine of a good book, scars, by their very nature, imply there's a story to tell. They represent a wrinkle in time in which a person's life is changed forever, and they serve as permanent reminders of an incident that, in one way or another, has made a lasting impression on one's life.

she remembered watching a summer sunset from this very spot. Not so long ago; just a lifetime.

During the day, memories could be held at bay, but at night, dreams became the devil's own accomplices.

You know, children, quilts, like stories, are part of our heritage, part of our culture. Some quilts even tell stories. Our past is a patchwork of memories and tales. You all keep that forever tucked in your pockets, you hear?

If I ever prayed, as a child, for everlasting union, these were its shoes: one dew-licked kicked-off slipper of a being now flying, one sunrise-milk-green boot of the dead, which I wore, as I dreamed.

and not to have lost him when he loved me, and not to have lost someone who could have loved me for life.

If I could choose, a place to die," it would never have been in your arms, old darling, we figured I'd see you out, in mine

It is in the past, enough looking back, it is gone, it is more over with than the shocks of childhood.

I love you, Robert Tate." Bud fingered her ring. "I love you, too. I think I'm going to rest now. Promise you won't go anywhere without me." "I promise." He closed his eyes. Holly lay facing him, burning every nuance of his misery into her brain. She was determined to remember, when she was in labor giving birth to their first child, that, for the love of his woman, he'd been the first to bear pain.

As long as we draw breath, we owe it to the ones we loved and lost to live out our lives without wasting them on regrets.

I didn't forget you. To this day, I have yet to walk through an airport without looking for your face, and every time it snows, I remember what it felt like to kiss you.

he wasn't crying for the woman who had died. He was crying for the woman she had been.

Bea's smile softened. "I was that connected to my Robert, as well. In many ways, losing him was worse than losing Leah. She was my blood, but he was my heart.

it was as if that long-healed wound was raw again; all the complex memories crowded once more to the forefront of her mind. An old despair should not feel so new, but a new despair could haul an old one out of hiding.

The most momentous events in life—baptisms, weddings, and funerals—don't seem to take much time, but the effects of them bind up the whole of your existence.

Maybe heaven is getting to live forever in one really wonderful moment....I've made a point of collecting happy moments, ones I might like to live in for all time.

I grew up loving Walter Payton. My dad used to always show us film of him.

So you want to hear a story? Well, I used to know a whole lot of pretty interesting ones. Some of them so funny you'd laugh yourself unconscious, others so terrible you'd never want to repeat them. But I can't remember any of those. So I'll just tell you about the time I found that lost thing....

He grew up never letting his mother wash his hockey equipment, preferring instead to air it outdoors, because he loved the smell so much.

I was dating my first boyfriend in high school for a long time, and we broke up before prom. I hadn't met anyone else that I really wanted to go with, and my friends have always been amazing. So I went with my friends and got a million photos with them!

That was it. She came out of it. She never had such a down as that or such an up as the three days that preceded it, not ever again in her life. The rest of her life was like a long thin line with little diminuendos and tiny little crescendos, and friends visiting from out of town.