Quotes About Memories

Please make it yesterday, when Papa came home.

How do we say good-bye to you without saying good-bye to apiece of ourselves? Where do we look for you now?

But I had never seen her that way. I had never known her as Pauline, the name he parents had given her, or as Posey, the name her friends had given her; only as Mom, the name I had given her. I could only see her carrying dinner to the table with kitchen mitts, or carpooling us to the bowling alley.

Why didn't I feel this before?" she whispered. "Because we embrace our scars more than our healing," Lorraine said. "We can recall the exact day we got hurt, but who remembers the day the wound was gone?

When he died, he took part of me with him . I was stuck after that

Still what I miss most, simple and maybe selfish as it sounds, is the twinkle in Morrie's eyes when I came in the room. But When someone is happy-genuninely happy-to see you, it melts you from the start. It is like going home.

As usual, he saves his wife's for last. He leans on the cane and he looks at the headstone and he thinks about many things. Taffy. He thinks about taffy. He thinks it would take his teeth out now, but he would eat it anyhow, if it meant eating it with her.

whisper their good-byes.

There would be lots of holding and kissing and talking and laughter and no good-byes left unsaid.

You took a huge part of us with you, Chika, the best part, but it was yours to take, and I hope it will always be close to you.

I hope that one day you will think of me as your friend.

Morrie closed his eyes to absorb the notes. As my wife's loving voice filled the room, a crescent smile appeared 0n his face. And while his body was stiff as a sandbag, you could almost see him dancing inside it.

I don't know what it is about the food your mother makes for you, especially when it's something that anyone can make - pancakes, meat loaf, tuna salad - but it carries a certain taste of memory.

But a man who can take anything will find most things unsatisfying. And a man without memories is just a shell.

When someone is in your heart, they're never truly gone. They can come back to you, even at unlikely times." ? Mitch Albom, For One More Day

another family story is forges, one that father and son will laugh about for decades. This is how a legacy is built. One memory at a time.

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

Parents rarely let go of their children, so children let go of them. They move on. They move away. The moments that used to define them-a mother's approval, a fathers nod-are covered by moments of their own accomplishments. It is not until much later, as the skin sags and the heart weakens, that children understand; their stories, and all their accomplishments, sit atop the stories of their mothers and fathers, stones upon stones, beneath the waters of their lives.

Reading For One More Day. Nothing interesting happened yet. Exciting to keep reading.

Sometimes, when you're losing someone, you hang on to whatever tradition you can.

Death ends a life, but not a relationship.

The curtain has just come down on childhood

None of us can undo what we've done, or relive a life already recorded.

When you are born, you cried while the world rejoiced.Live your life in such a way that when you die the world cries while you rejoice.