Quotes About Memories

We were way more than close. Things happened. We remembered stuff. Made new memories.

Newt closed his eyes and tried not to see Tommy in the darkness of his mind.

Me acordé de cuando era chico, dónde vivía, ese tipo de cosas. Y si Dios en persona bajara del cielo en este mismo momento y me dijera que puedo volver a mi casa... -miró hacia el piso y sacudió la cabeza de nuevo-. Si lo que vi fue real, te juro que me voy a vivir con los Penitentes antes que regresar.

The dreams came. The memories. More vivid than ever before. As if the depth of his exhaustion had created the perfect canvas for them.

Mark nodded even though she couldn't see. He'd suddenly lost any desire to talk, and his plans for a perfect day washed away with the stream. The memories. They never let him go, not even for a half hour. They always had to rush back in, bringing all the horror.

Maybe it was bad, maybe he was a jerk. But looking at her made him want Teresa back.

Everything he knew was a result of artificial intelligence. Manufactured data and memories. Programmed technology. A created life.

Every time he thought of her, rage boiled inside him.

Teníamos una relación muy cercana. Ocurrieron cosas. Recuperamos algunos recuerdos. Construimos otros nuevos

All the while, he thinks of his parents. His little sister. In his mind he sees them burning somewhere. He sees Madison screaming. And his heart breaks.

Alec lifted the Berg off the ground, blue thrusters roaring. Mark was barely holding on to his mind, but he felt a sudden, unbearable sadness. He'd never see the old bear again.

I've thought about you every second since they took you away.

I'll never forget what we did." "Save the world?" Dak asked. "Yep, save the world. And I'm glad it was with you.

He found himself thinking of Newt, maybe the one he liked most of all of them, not immune.

A loud knocking woke him early the next morning. He'd barely gotten up on his elbows when the door opened and the same five guards from the day before came in with Launchers raised. Janson stepped into the room right after them. "Rise and shine, boys," the Rat Man said. "We've decided to give you your memories back after all. Like it or not.

We've decided to give you your memories back after all. Like it or not.

I know we're gathered here for a very solemn occasion. Poor Great-Uncle Frankie has gone the way of the dodo bird, soon to rot in peace. Um, I mean, rest in peace. - Dak

She was there. She'd been in his arms. They'd been together again. They'd kissed and he'd felt something he would've thought impossible.

My dad was always snoozing on the couch, like Dagwood Bumstead. He was a lazy motherfucker. God bless him. He was always working on some kind of get-rich-quick scheme. This is what my dad was like: I'd say, Hey, Dad, we studied penguins today in school. He'd say, Yeah? I'm a penguin fucker from way back. Dad, I saw a giraffe at the zoo today. Yeah? I'm a giraffe fucker from way back. That's my dad. My dad was a giraffe fucker.

What I got in life that can't be probated I reckon I'll have to take with me. Mostly that is my thankful recollections of all the folks who crossed my trail since I shed my first tears in the year of 1880. Sometimes I had to look hard to find God in them, but most times I found Him. Usually it turned out to be easier to find than I had figured," Sheriff Bud Smith.

Quoting Goethe :) "We lay aside letters never to read them again, and at last destroy them out of discretion, and so disappears the most beautiful, the most immediate breath of life, irrecoverably for ourselves and for others.

And adventures, no matter how dark or disturbing to recall, are meant to be shared.

Perhaps nowhere in life do the experiences of childhood seem more removed from the issues of adult health than in a hospital coronary care unit. Yet, one can see and hear there the linkages patients themselves make as they reveal bodies and hearts that are living repositories of pained memories from the distant past—pained memories etched in their hearts and never forgotten.

All of our lives are important, even the parts of our past that we have ignored, downplayed, or forgotten. If we open the door to our past, we will discover God there, accompanying us in both happy and sad moments.