Quotes About Memories

Now, you can bring up the past, but anybody can bring up the past. Even my daughter brings up the past sometimes. She makes a lot of jokes about the things that I've done.

I did lose my grandfather. He was special. He would tell me jokes, and he'd always be there to support me. I do wish I'd get the chance to see him again, because he was very special to my heart.

I get some of my ideas from watching my three daughters, but most of them come from my own memories of growing up. I can remember how romantic I was, not just about love, but romance in the classic sense - the romantic ideals: of honor and truth, of loyalty, sacrifice and fairness. Those were the elements that made a story satisfying to me.

And there was that trick he did with time, making it speed up when we were together and drag til I saw him again.

There are some people who remain your best friends even if you haven't seen them for ages, and others with whom you start from scratch every time.

Changing the memories that form the way we see ourselves also changes the way we view others. Therefore, our relationships, job performance, what we are willing to do or are able to resist, all move in a positive direction.

A good life is a series of joyful meetings and joyful moments.

A man dies as often as he loses his friends.

When a traveller returneth home, let him not leave the countries where he hath travelled altogether behind him.

The notebook was my anchor through all of it.

My days have crackled and gone up in smoke.

She went her unremembering way, She went and left in me The pang of all the partings gone, And partings yet to be.

Hold her tight, if you have her; hold her tight, I thought, that's my advice to all the living. Breathe her in, put your nose in her hair, breathe her in deeply. Say her name. It will always be her name. Not even death can steal it. Same alive as dead, always. Aura Estrada.

Maybe memory is overrated. Maybe forgetting is better. (Show me the Proust of forgetting, and I'll read him tomorrow.) Sometimes it's like juggling a hundred thousand crystal balls in the air at once, trying to keep all these memories going. Every time one falls to the floor and shatters into dust, another crevice cracks open inside me, through which another chunk of who we were disappears forever.

You can't spend so much time in a place and not carry a bit of it inside you.

He knew the particular and special solace of traveling down streets, pulling into parks, and slipping into restaurants that compose a living, breathing photo album of your path to the present.

Our reflections walked through them like ghosts that couldn't play.

Draped across an armchair lay his famous long black coat, empty now, and hollow with missing him.

Tom said people should repaint their houses in and out, especially in, at least once a year—because who wants to live with the memories of themselves?

Actually, my mother and Alfie came for three weeks' Christmas vacation and stayed for 21 years. I guess my mother never went back because she was lonely.

Love her as in childhood Through feeble, old and grey. For you'll never miss a mother's love Till she's buried beneath the clay.

When I look back on my childhood I wonder how I survived at all. It was, of course, a miserable childhood: the happy childhood is hardly worth your while. Worse than the ordinary miserable childhood is the miserable Irish childhood, and worse yet is the miserable Irish Catholic childhood.

A mother's love is a blessing No matter where you roam. Keep her while you have her, You'll miss her when she's gone.

The six lugubrious airs that he knew, always carried him back to the time when he was a car-boy at the Big Dipper Mine in Placer County, ten years before. He remembered the years he had spent there trundling the heavy cars of ore in and out of the tunnel under the direction of his father. For thirteen days of each fortnight his father was a steady, hard-working shift-boss of the mine. Every other Sunday he became an irresponsible animal, a beast, a brute, crazy with alcohol.