Quotes About Memories

You can kiss your family and friends good-bye and put miles between you, but at the same time you carry them with you in your heart, your mind, your stomach, because you do not just live in a world but a world lives in you.

one can forgive even what they did. But one can never forget.

Youth lives on hope, old age on remembrance.

What was hard to endure is sweet to recall.

It's just the world seems a very spacious place without him.

I love them, I hate them, I'm proud of them, I envy them, I miss them, I want to hear about everything and I don't want them to forget me.

Christmas... is not an external event at all, but a piece of one's home that one carries in one's heart.

ha pasado tanto tiempo, pero se que hay un ultimo día para todo...ese día podría ser hoy. Ni de amores se muere, ni de recuerdos se vive

No greater grief than to remember days of gladness when sorrow is at hand

I seriously love to cook... My grandmother was an amazing cook. As a kid I used to help her make handmade pasta, Cavatelli and Ravioli. It was one of my favorite things to do. I love the idea of making whatever is in the fridge into something.

From the '70s and '80s, the following songs immediately spring to my mind as candidates: "The Battle of Evermore," "Spirit of Eden," "In Memory of Elizabeth Reed," "Close to the Edge," "In Your Eyes," "Thick as a Brick," "Cinema Show," "Echoes," and "The Killing Moon.

My parents and my grandfather on my mom's side would travel the earth. They went to Australia and China, and they went to probably every soccer game I ever played.

saw you, Mom and Dad, our grandparents—pretty much everyone we know. Dead. In coffins.

ah,the outdoors," Shallan said. "I visited that mythical place once. It was so very long ago, I've nearly forgotten it. Tell me, does the sun still shine, or is that just my dreamy recollection' 'Surely your studies aren't that bad.

Enjoy memories, yes, but don't be a slave to who you wish you once had been.

AT first Raoden stayed away from the library, because it reminded him of her. Then he found himself drawn back to it—because it reminded him of her.

Remember why we live. Remember warmth, remember good food. Remember friends, and song, and evenings spent around the hearth.

It had been eight years. The pain of loss was still there. It never went away. It just got buried in time, like a rock slowly being covered over by dirt.

Enjoy memories, yes, but don't be a slave to who you wish you once had been.

Memories are fossils, the bones left by dead versions of ourselves.

Sometimes doing things we used to do reminds us of who we used to be, and not always in good ways.

It was a fun job, wasn't it? When you remember me, please remember that.

To my father and son,'" Grandpa Smedry read, adjusting his Oculator's Lenses as he examined the note. "'I am bad at saying goodbye. Goodbye.'" He lowered the paper, shrugging.

Perhaps you've owned something in your life to which you ascribed particular pleasure. A treasured toy, perhaps. Some photographs. The steel skull of your archnemesis. Now