Quotes About Memories

Has anyone seen meadowlark? I've been looking for probably forty years now unsuccessfully. He used to live in the field I crossed many a morning heading to the woods, truant again from school. There were no meadowlarks in the school. Which was a good enough reason for me not to want to be there. But now it's more serious. There is no field, neither have the woods survived. So, where is meadowlark? If anyone has seen him, please would you let me know posthaste?

Yet, distantly, or sometimes not so distantly, I can hear that child's voice—I can feel its hope, or its distress.

Nature there will always be, but it will not be what we have now, much less the deeper fields and woodlands many of us remember from our childhood. The worlds of van Gogh and Turner and Winslow Homer, and Wordsworth too, and Frost and Jeffers and Whitman, are gone, and will not return. We can come to our senses yet, and rescue the world, but we will never return it to anything like its original form.

The first stone represents the past—worries, bad memories, remorse. Understand?" "I do," I say. "The second stone stands for the present. The third pebble is a wish for the future.

Most of these seemingly collected by Keith's mother: "Some of the pleasantest recollections of my boyhood are of fried jackrabbit, baked jackrabbit, jackrabbit stew, and jackrabbit pie.")

I have a list of party guests in my desk drawer that dates from around 1997. Every so often I take it out and add the people we've met, cross off the couples that have moved away, and then put it back in my drawer. I long ago came to accept that we're never actually going to have this party; we're just going to keep updating the list—which, for people like me, is a party all by itself.

On Wednesday, September 3, I'd been awake at five in the morning for an interview with Charles Gibson on Good Morning, America. Apparently, I still hadn't accepted Diana's death because at the end of our talk Charles observed, "It's wonderful to hear you speaking about her in the present tense. Do you realize you've been doing that?" I hadn't been aware of this at all.

Though I dreaded the prospect of coping with the heartbreak of the funeral on my own, I felt I had to be there at the end, no matter what. We had been with Diana at the very beginning of the courtship. We had attended her wedding with tremendous joy. We had kept in touch ever since. I had to say good-bye to her in person. I said to Pat, "We were there for the 'wedding of the century.' This will be 'the funeral of the century.' Yes, I have to go.

My companion had recently lunched with Diana at Kensington Palace. She said being with Diana was like "being brushed by angels' wings.

Others likened Diana to Jack Kennedy. Both had died too soon and too suddenly, cut down in their prime, to be remembered always as youthful and vibrant. One dear friend consoled me by saying, "Remember, Mary, she'll always be thirty-six, young and beautiful." Another close friend wrote, "We'll never know what she's been spared.

I feel exquisite pleasure in dwelling on the recollections of childhood, before misfortune had tainted my mind, and changed its bright visions of extensive usefulness into gloomy and narrow reflections upon self.

Even where the affections are not strongly moved by any superior excellence, the companions of our childhood always possess a certain power over our minds which hardly any later friend can obtain. They know our infantine dispositions, ...; and they can judge of our actions with more certain conclusions as to the integrity of our motives.

when you speak of new ties and fresh affections, think you that any can replace those who are gone?

I became the same happy creature who, a few years ago, loved and beloved by all, had no sorrow or care.

the companions of our childhood always possess a certain power over our minds which hardly any later friend can obtain

El aspecto encantador de la naturaleza me elevaba el ánimo; el pasado se me borraba de la memoria; el presente era tranquilo, y el futuro embellecido, por rayos luminosos de esperanza y expectativas de alegría.

William's mother, dead these six years. He spoke of her with love, but without grief. Six years, and whatever the loss, happiness steals back.

Some three years after the end of the war my father died. He died as he had lived, quietly and with more thought for others than for himself.

the companions of our childhood always possess a certain power over our minds, which hardly any later friend can obtain. They know our infantine dispositions, which, however they may be afterwards modified, are never eradicated; and they can judge of our actions with more certain conclusions as to

Quién puede concebir los horrores de mi encubierta tarea, hurgando en la húmeda oscuridad de las tumbas o atormentando a algún animal vivo para intentar animar el barro inerte? Ahora me tiemblan los miembros con sólo recordarlo; entonces me espoleaba un impulso irresistible y casi frenético.

the companions of our childhood always possess a certain power over our minds, which hardly any later friend can

Seems he and the Master Chief had spent part of the night reminiscing about their past.

He played Sarah McLachlan. For the rest of my life whenever I'd get a latte or see a sick dog, I'd think about my hymen.

This house has endured three of my Dad's four wives, and so over the last few decades it's been a home-size mood ring, changing to the styles and temperaments of its female inhabitants.