Quotes About Memories

Love remembered and consecrated by grief belongs, more clearly than the happy intercourse of friends, to the eternal world; it has proved itself stronger than death.

Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. Such is the strangeness of the human heart.

I grew up in Newquay, on the Atlantic coast and there developed a love of the sea and boats.

I love that old glamour look. I think it's because I grew up on it.

I've always had a love for horses since I was really young. When I was 5 years old, the only thing that made me happy was when they'd take me out and give me pony rides.

If we fail to give our time with those we love, one day we will live to regret it.

For most baseball fans, maybe oldest is always best. We love baseball because it seizes and retains the past, like the snowy village inside a glass paperweight.

Benjamin, we're meant to lose the people we love. How else would we know how important they are to us?

You can't repeat the past." "Can't repeat the past?" he cried incredulously. "Why of course you can!

The music from my youth has aged poorly and is now like a joke out of context. You had to be there.

This was his childhood, safe and warm and brightly lit, and being here now makes him feel like he died years ago and he's now a lost spirit, stuck between worlds with unfinished business.

She looks at him for a long moment, then sighs deeply. "Silver," she says, her voice tinged with a profound sadness with which he is all too familiar. All the things you can't get back, all the things you can never make right. No matter what happens after, you'll always carry them with you.

You never know when it will be the last time you'll see your father, or kiss your wife, or play with your little brother, but there's always a last time.

Non sai mai quando sarà l'ultima volta in cui vedi tuo padre o baci tua moglie o giochi con il tuo fratellino, ma c'è sempre un'ultima volta. Se riuscissimo a ricordare ogni ultima volta, non smetteremmo mai di crucciarci.

Carly and I lost our virginity there in the backseat of my dad's Pontiac on a cold January night, with the snow falling like a curtain over the fogged-up car windows and George Michael singing "Careless Whisper" on the car stereo. To this day, the opening bars of the sax solo instantly take me back to that night. Say what you will about car sex, but thirty million horny teenagers can't be wrong.

In the rearview mirror I could see the front of the house, the bottom corners of the living room picture window, the line where the stone foundation gave way to staggered red bricks. My entire life, the sum total of my existence, was contained behind that wall, and it seemed to me that I should be able to step out of the car, walk through the front door, and simply reclaim it.

Childhood feels so permanent, like it's the entire world, and then one day it's over and you're shoveling wet dirt onto your father's coffin, stunned at the impermanence of everything.

Y ahí estamos, ante la tumba de nuestro padre, los tres hermanos Foxman, todos forjados en el mismo molde, pero cada cual con su respectivo proceso de acabado.

You never know when it will be the last time you'll see your father, or kiss your wife, or play with your little brother, but there's always a last time. If you could remember every last time, you'd never stop grieving.

Childhood feels so permanent, like it's the entire world, and then one day it's over and you're shoveling wet dirt onto your father's coffin, stunned at the impermanence of everything.

It's true. somewhere inside us we are all the ages we have ever been. We're the 3 year old who got bit by the dog. We're the 6 year old our mother lost track of at the mall. We're the 10 year old who get tickled till we wet our pants. We're the 13 year old shy kid with zits. We're the 16 year old no one asked to the prom, and so on. We walk around in the bodies of adults until someone presses the right button and summons up one of those kids.

We are all smiling in the picture, three brothers having a grand old time just playing around in the living room, no agendas, no buried resentments or permanent scars. Even under the best of circumstances, there's just something so damn tragic about growing up.

My dad was good friends with the Bad Medicine Blues Band - one of the only blues bands in Fargo, as you can imagine! He took me out to see them play when I was 12 years old and I was really inspired by their guitar player, Ted Larsen.

Op haar wangen zaten weer van die zwarte, natte strepen. Zo had er hij er ook wel eens uitgezien in de tijd dat hij in Alkmaar kranten had rondgebracht en met donkergrijs geworden vingertoppen in zijn ogen had gewreven. Het was een voorrecht om op haar te lijken.