Quotes About Memories

One Christmas my father kept our tree up till March. He hated to see it go. I loved that.

My troubles are all over, and I am at home; and often before I am quite awake, I fancy I am still in the orchard at Birtwick, standing with my friends under the apple trees.

The trees like lungs filling with air. My sister, the mean one, pulling my hair.

I grew up with a Christmas tree, I'm going to stay with a Christmas tree.

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

I got stuck up a tree when I was about seven, and my dad had to come and get the ladder to get me down. I loved to climb all the way up to the top. I must have been a koala in my past life.

Flowers are lovely; love is flower-like; Friendship is a sheltering tree; Oh the joys that came down shower-like, Of friendship, love, and liberty, Ere I was old!

The first place that I can well remember was a large pleasant meadow with a pond clear water in it. Some shady trees leaned over it, and rushes and water-lilies grew at the deep end.

But I remember more dearly autumn afternoons in bottoms that lay intensely silent under old great trees

The room was darker and smelled of evergreen, as though my mother had been dreaming of trees.

I have been to Canada several times. It was autumn when I visited Vancouver and I will always remember the colour of the trees in British Columbia were stunning.

The landscape of my childhood was one of fierce occupation by trees.

In a drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne'er remember Their green felicity.

I know that a Christmas tree farm in Pennsylvania is about the most random place for a country singer to come from, but I had an awesome childhood.

When I was a child, I was living in the housing projects of Philadelphia. I didn't even have a Christmas tree.

My grandfather built my first hoop. It was a peach basket up against a tree, and we played in the dirt. I couldn't have been more than 6 when he put it up, and I just started playing.

I can see myself as a very old man in a terrific wheelchair. Only, I won't be photographing the tree outside my window, the way Steichen did. I'll be photographing other old people.

I grew up on a Christmas tree farm with all this space to run around, and the [freedom] to be a crazy kid with tangled hair.

We had the longest kisses under the Acacia tree.

I played guitar from the age of four or five. Every year there would be a slightly larger triangular box under the Christmas tree, until finally I got one that was big enough to make a proper sound.

It still feels weird to spend money on Christmas trees. Back when Mom was alive, we'd go out "tree hunting." That's what she called it, anyway. I think other people might use the word "trespassing.

Woodman spare that tree! Touch not a single bough! In youth it sheltered me And I'll protect it now.

The smell of pine needles, spruce and the smell of a Christmas tree - those to me, are the scents of the holidays.

People will walk in and walk out of your life, but the one whose footstep made a long lasting impression is the one you should never allow to walk out.