Quotes About Memories

Maybe I feel betrayed by the woman inside of me who can't bring herself to do this thing. Or maybe I feel betrayed by my mother, for not devoting herself to me and creating whatever loving memories must be created in a child to make her want to repeat the process again.

The next morning, I lie in bed beside my sister, as we used to do as girls in the nursery. She is still sleeping soundly, an arm over her face, the light sheet like a shroud over her soft body. I think of my children waking alone in the apartment on

Isia stepped forward. "Yes, sir. I know." Holding his fine brilliant wings above his body, he stood in front of us with his luminous lidless eyes full upon us. "I'm sorry to leave you. We've shared a lot together, and you have loved me even when I was ugly. But we'll see each other. Good-bye.

And then she left, my peace of mind tucked into her pocket along with her nice little notebook.

Once there was a tree, and she loved a little boy.

Loving someone is easy but losing someone is hard.

Don't fret none, darlin'. I got your back." "You said that in Budapest. I still have the scars, too.

If I could go back in time and see any band, It would be Link Wray and the Raymen.

Look, when I look back, from 20 onwards, I was actually having a pretty good time, I have to say.

Not enough." Margo rose and tucked the towel in place. " Come on, let's go stuff her in a locker. For old time's sake.

Childhood is the one prison from which there's no escape, the one sentence from which there's no appeal. We all serve our time.

When I was growing up, we always had music playing in our household. I enjoy spending time with my father singing.

Every time I felt low, I just put on an Elvis record and I'd feel great, beautiful.

Time it was And what a time it was, it was A time of innocence A time of confidences Long ago it must be I have a photograph Preserve your memories They're all that's left you

When you're little, time stretches obligingly, and vacation is forever.

Obviously, I have a lot of memories here... but at the same time I'm going to put all my energies into moving forward and doing my best for the Thrashers.

7 Mile is like an Ave. Back in the days it was poppin' in the summer time.

I had a great time in high school. I really did. I went to a private Christian high school and I graduated in a class of 67 kids, so it was pretty small, and I knew and loved everybody.

With time, people forget to say, "Darling I love you." just that word.

The first time I played golf was in Flushing Meadows, Queens, when I was about 16 or 17. They had an 18-hole pitch-and-putt. My buddies and I would hop the fence and sneak on and play.

I've known Woody Weatherman since fifth grade and I'm 46 so that's a long time man.

I'd like to be remembered for music that moves people, that takes them some place else, that means something to them, reminds them of a good time or place, some memory, some positive moment.

Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine. I couldn't get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time.

That's the last time you're going to kiss me," I warned when it ended. He smiled knowingly, and in his eyes, I could see his own memories of that night. "So you say.