Quotes About Memories

Tradition: sit with husband in a room lit only by tree lights and remember that our blessings outnumber the lights. Happy Christmas to all.

I remember watching my mother emerge from her bedroom on a night when she and my father were going out, all dressed up in heels and hose, a skirt or dress that cinched her waist, her pearl choker like a ring around the moon. I'd watch her from my perch in the kitchen, walking trancelike as she fastened the back of an earring. I'd like to be small again, just for a little while, and feel close to her. I never really appreciated my mother. I never appreciated myself.

You know what nostalgia is, don't you? It's basically a matter of recalling the fun without reliving the pain.

But however fast the world was spinning, time was standing still for Celine and Oliver, held in a magic moment they would never forget.

I know that's what people say-- you'll get over it. I'd say it, too. But I know it's not true. Oh, youll be happy again, never fear. But you won't forget. Every time you fall in love it will be because something in the man reminds you of him.

In real life, one of my friends was killed in a car accident during our sophomore year.

Quite often somebody will say, 'What year do your books take place?' and the only answer I can give is, in childhood.

I guess that's what growing up is. Saying good-by to a lot of things. Sometimes it is easy and sometimes it isn't. But it is all right.

Livy says when her mama and papa are happy she hears them jumping on the bed at night. Are you going to jump on the bed?

Living in memories is an empty gesture.

Time did not fly, yet we are gone.

Surely, when looking back, our lives can, for the most part, be accounted for in our interactions with others. That is where memories are stored, in one another. And yet each person is unique enough in his or her own thoughts that no two people are going to remember the same experience in the same way.

When our memories outweigh our dreams, it is then that we become old.

When our memories outweigh our dreams, we have grown old.

The essence of childhood, of course, is play, which my friends and I did endlessly on streets that we reluctantly shared with traffic.

My childhood love affair didn't die, it just vanished. Women had stopped wearing hats.

I never got along with my dad. Kids used to come up to me and say, "My dad can beat up your dad." I'd say Yeah? When?

FOOTNOTE All of us who lived on Earth and all our loves and wars may not appear at all in the moon's memoirs.

They say that time heals, but the intensity remains fresh and raw.

Maybe it was because of the speed and danger. Or the psychedelic disco ball and the Beatles. Or the 'Suicide' fountain drinks and the crowded boys bathroom. But Skateland on Lindsey Street was absolutely the place to be in the Sixties.

Winter came down to our home one night Quietly pirouetting in on silvery-toed slippers of snow, And we, we were children once again.

John upon their return from a trip. "The

As you time-bucket your life, you parcel out a single list of experiences into different and distinct time sections of your life.

The business of life is the acquisition of memories. In the end that's all there is.