Quotes About Memories

Love doesn't stop when you lose someone," Carmella said. "And you don't want it to. Wrap your heart around the memories, honey, and keep him alive within you.

Another thing Gran would say was imprinted on Annie's heart—remember the love. When times get hard and you start wondering why you got married in the first place, remember the love.

When she was a girl, Natalie used to start each day by skipping through the shop, calling good morning to her favorites as she passed them---Angelina Ballerina, Charlotte and Ramona, Lilly and her purple plastic purse.

How'm I doing, Mamma? Celesta, twenty years gone, would undoubtedly approve. The restaurant smelled like the kitchen of Rosa's childhood; the menu featured many of the dishes Celesta had once prepared with warmth, intense flavors and a certain uncomplicated contentment Rosa constantly tried to recapture. She wanted the restaurant to serve Italian comfort food, the kind that fed hidden hungers and left people full of fond remembrances.

Setting out some honey shortbread cookies to go with the lemonade, she flashed on memories of her grandmother, offering refreshments to anyone who was lucky enough to come through the kitchen door. As a working farm, Bella Vista was always busy with workers, some seasonal and others permanent. 'In my kitchen, everyone is family,' Bubbie used to say, beaming as the orchard workers, mechanics or gardeners gladly wolfed down her baked goods.

Mountain Songcatchers. I remembered it from the movie O Brother Where Art Thou.

years later, a young man left the building of Laraby's Stadium in London.

When he returned to the

bread pudding that Rosie had

her old friends. Later, when they had a few minutes alone, she mentioned to Ben that tomorrow would be a difficult day for Lucy. 'God only knows how she'll cope when she goes to the churchyard and sees little Jamie's grave. It's bound to bring it all back with a vengeance.' Ben had few doubts. 'Your mother will cope like she always does,' he assured her. 'She's the strongest, most determined woman I

Remember This December, That love weighs more than gold!

A romantic refuses to see the changes in people he loves, or in cities which hold amorous memories for him.

I got my first tattoo when I was 16 years old and I went with my mom to get it done - she has a bunch too so we're tattoo buddies now.

But I know eventually he will be filed under "H" for "hooker" in my expanding file cabinet of funny stories to be pulled out whenever I need a cheap laugh.

Why can't you say it?" I hardened my voice. "Because I'm telling you, you never have. I'd have remembered." He stared at me with disbelief. [...] " Love you? Of course I love you. Baby, I fucking worship you.

Vintage books, old china, antiques; maybe I love old things so much because I feel impermanent myself.

I thought again how odd it was to be on formal terms with someone you had once permitted to lick your ears.

Shrugging out of the damaged shirt, Jake said roughly, "I still dream about you." "I have nightmares about you." I dragged my T-shirt over my head, threw it aside.

I felt the warm brush of his fingers pushing the key into mine all the way to my heart. I focused on the key because if I looked up, I'd see what he was feeling. Worse, he'd see what I was feeling -- in a minute what I was feeling was going to be spilling out of me, and it didn't make any sense. It had been over long ago; we had just finally got around to saying good-bye, that was all.

You remember asking me if I'd ever begged?' I wiped the corner of my eyes, sniffed. 'Is this about to get kinky?'

He smelled like soap and sleep and bare skin. He smelled familiar. Not the deja vu familiar of Guy or Mel. Familiar like... the ache in your chest of homesickness, of longing for harbor after weeks of rough seas or craving a fire's warmth after snow--or wanting back something you should never have given away.

Not worried about the decor, Brandt. Seriously. Just find us some place where no one you knew from the good old days is going to walk in on us." "The Black Bear Inn it is," Will said (...) "For the record, those weren't the good old days. These days with you, these are the good old days. Right now.

It's funny, but we were living on this small island off the coast of Charleston, South Carolina when I was 9.

Wrap parties can be really sad, actually, disorienting.