Quotes About Memories

Magnus did not like to go near the Hotel Dumont if he could help it. It was decrepit and unsettling, it held bad memories, and it also occasionally held his evil former lady love.

The best was The Yardbirds. I still love The Yardbirds and The Zombies.

My mom took me to see Goldfinger. My mom took me to see To Sir, With Love.

in this room the hours of love still make shadows.

When we come to the end of our days, the little things will seem so unimportant compared to how well we've loved, laughed and treasured our lives and loved ones.

Sometimes you know that no one can replace the person you love, and your heart will never be the same.

I love to talk about people I've met being an entertainer. All my encounters in life - I roll it all into an hour and 30 minutes.

A Love like this happens but once in a lifetime

But it's far too late for us; ring, hair, letters, photographs - all traces of our love will be scattered then, like an anagram.

For Beatrice, our love broke my heart, and stopped yours.

Two of my boys are Manchester United fans; one is an Arsenal fan. Whenever there is a game I can take the boys to, I love taking them.

I think storytelling is all about children. We human beings love to hear stories being told - and it first happens when you're a kid.

Because it is senior year I have begun to see things as potential absences. The things I love will become the things I'll miss.

Everyone has a bowling story. I love bowling because you can do it at age 2 - my son started when he learned to walk - or you can bowl at 102. It's great for families.

Love is spelt T.I.M.E.

Mama sewed the rags together, sewing every piece with love. She made my coat of many colors that I was proud of.

My love for you will still be strong after the boys of summer have gone.

I know what love is because I lost it at an early age.

I did love horror films from the '70s and '80s. That was my sweet spot.

I know you'll never love me like you used to.

I know what my heart is like Since your love died: It is like a hollow ledge Holding a little pool Left there by the tide, A little tepid pool, Drying inward from the edge.

I have been surrounded by love letters you two have built each other for years, encased in tents.

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.

What you love, you must love all the harder because someday it will be gone.