Quotes About Memories

What you leave behind is not what is engraved in stone monuments,' to paraphrase the Greek statesman Pericles, 'but what is woven into the lives of others.' Your legacy is that which you teach.

What you leave behind is not what is engraved in stone monuments,' said the Greek statesman Pericles, 'but what is woven into the lives of others.' Your legacy is that which you teach.

Vergeßt die Zeit, die man Geschichte nennt. Taucht ein in die Zeit der Geschichten

Haltet die Uhren an. Vergesst die Zeit. Ich will euch Geschichten erzählen.

What I remember most about junior homecoming was my date getting sick afterwards. That kinda sucked. Then, senior year, someone got gum in her hair when we were dancing. She had to get one of the chaperones to take her to the office and cut up her hair. I felt really bad for her, but it worked out fine.

The best moments in life are not the kind many historians record.

God gave us our memories so that we might have roses in December.

Never say goodbye because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting.

A home is not a museum. It doesn't have to be furnished with Picasso paintings, or Sheraton suites, or Oriental rugs, or Chinese pottery. But it does have to be furnished with things that mean something to you.

At the end of life, each of us must answer the question, Whose story captured my soul?

Everything I have described so far seems to have happened to somebody else—to somebody else's father. But the death of a parent happens to you, and, once it starts, it never stops. It dislodges everything.

She giggled. "I'm glad you're fine, because I'm looking forward to teasing you for the next ten years about that scream. Even I can't hit a note that high.

Anna woke with the wonderful feeling bad sleepers have when they know they have slept well. As if they have stolen something and got away with it. At these times the memories of what led up to such deep sleep keep their distance for a few seconds and those few seconds are perhaps the only time the world can ever be said to show mercy.

Once in a while, our thoughts drift and fade, back into the recessed hiding places where our memories are stored. At times we recall them- the memories of our loves, our youths, our life experiences. These dreams appear to us, and for seconds, minutes, or hours we are there once again.

Dad reckons if you have a great time in one place, then that's a good reason for never going back. Nothing will ever measure up to the first time. He laughs at people who go to the same place every year, same beach, same house, same things to do.

If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them.

The power of a society is determined by its victory over other societies in still larger finite games. Its most treasured memories are those of the heroes fallen in victorious battles with other societies. Heroes of lost battles are almost never memorialized. Foch has his monument, but not Petain; Lincoln, but not Jefferson Davis; Lenin, but not Trotsky.

This time I wouldn't forget him, because I couldn't ever forgive him - for breaking my heart twice.

Youth is the time for dreams, boy...The trick is, when you get older, not to forget them. —Captain John Winters

The way things broken off a little too soon can last forever.

Time did indeed heal all wounds, but it left a nasty, unforgiving scar

We live in snow globes, don't we? Pick them up, shake them, years swirl about us and settle.

Theme. It's something a lot of writers don't like to think about. It brings up painful memories of high school English class ("Write a 1,000 word essay on the theme of The Great Gatsby, and be sure to relate the green light on Daisy's dock with the eyes of Doctor T. J. Eckleburg. Due tomorrow.")

I grew up a Red Sox fan. I grew up going to Fenway Park and the Museum of Fine Arts and the Science Museum and Symphony Hall and going to the Common, walking around. My whole family at different times lived and worked in Boston.