Quotes About Memories

Because we embrace our scars more than our healing. [...] We can recall the exact day we got hurt, but who remembers the day the wound was gone?

What is it about childhood that never lets you go, even when you're so wrecked it's hard to believe you ever were a child?

War could bond men like a magnet, but like a magnet it could repel them, too. The things they saw, the things they did. Sometimes they just wanted to forget.

There is a time for hello and a time for good-bye. It's why the act of burying things seems natural, but the act of digging them up does not.

Time flies with you

Every loss leaves a hole in your heart.

You don't miss things. You miss people.

You cannot unplay your notes. Time, like music, is indelible that way.

But ask yourself this: Have you ever lost someone you love and wanted one more conversation, one more chance to make up for the time when you thought they would be here forever? If so, then you know you can go your whole life collecting days, and none will outweigh the one you wish you had back. What if you got it back?

By now, the morning sun was just over the horizon and it came at me like a sidearm pitch between the houses of my old neighborhood. I shielded my eyes. This being early October, there were already piles of leaves pushed against the curb—more leaves than I remembered from my autumns here—andless open space in the sky. I think what you notice most when you haven't been home in a while is how much the trees have grown around your memories.

So often, we push away the voices closest to us. But once they're gone, we reach for them.

Remember me for these days, not the old ones.

Have you ever dreamt of someone who's gone,but in the dream you have new conversation? The world you enter then is not so far from the world I'm in now.

Inside all humans is the entirety of your memories, the ones you can access and the ones you cannot.

Sully: I never said good-bye Giselle: Such a needless word when you love somebody

Tell you what. After I'm dead, you talk. And I'll listen.

Dor felt a warm, calming feeling when he said those words—She is my wife—because ever since they were children she was like the sky to him, forever around.

He had his time measures and he had her. That was his life. For as long as he could remember, it had been that way, Dor and Alli, even as children. I do not want to die, she whispered. You will not die. I want to be with you. You are.

A eulogy is no more than a summation of memories, and we will never forget you, because we cannot forget you, because we will miss you every day. To imagine a world without you in it is to imagine a world with a little less God in it, and yet, because God is not a diminishing resource, I cannot believe that.

Once you have a sister, you never stop having her, even if you can no longer see or touch her.

You're never in love with anyone the way you are when you're eighteen, on a beach, at night, with your shoes off. I still can't believe he's gone.

Morrie," Koppel said, "that was seventy years ago your mother died. The pain still goes on?" "You bet," Morrie whispered.

First loves often remain in the heart, like plants that cannot grow in sunlight.

Going back to something is harder than you think. I don't suppose I could have broken my mother's heart any more if I tried.