Quotes About Memories

Cuando regresamos, el abuelo me dejó en casa y me abrazó. Normalmente se limitaba a estrechar la mano, o añadía una palmadita en la espalda en ocasiones muy especiales. Esa vez me dio un fuerte abrazo, y comprendí que era su manera de decirme que se lo había pasado de maravilla. –Yo también, abuelo –susurré.

And that's just it, isn't it? That's how we manage to survive loss. Because love, it never dies, it never goes away, it never fades, so long as you hang on to it. Love can make you immortal.

I think of all the voices that clatter around in my head, voices that I'm pretty sure are just some older, or younger, or just better versions of me. There have been times— when things have been really bleak— that I've tried to summon her, to have her answer me back, but it never works. I just get me. If I want her voice, I have to rely on memories. At least I have plenty of those.

Forever and One day

he starts telling them about our day, embellishing it so that it almost sounds fun. It's how all good travel stories are born. Nightmares spun into punch lines.

But the memories... one pops up, I push it away and then another appears.

I run my finger along the crease of the envelope, feel the weight of history inside. Wherever I'm going next, these are coming with me.

Mas disto não há postais. Não há postais da vida.

The more the merrier," Mom said. "We'll make it a blowout like in the olden days." "When dinosaurs roamed the earth?" Teddy asked. "Exactly," Dad said. "When dinosaurs roamed the earth and your mom and I were young.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY" PREPARE FOR LANDING, TRACK 4 Another day, another year To light the candles, without you here

You still have this?" I'd asked him. He'd moved two years before and we didn't see each other frequently. Broodje had looked at the card, and then looked at me. "Don't you know, Willy?" he'd said. "I keep things.

Paris is more than three thousand miles away, but the memories... One pops up, I push it away. But then another appears. I never know when one is going to jump out at me. They are buried everywhere, like a land mines.

I let the memories flood me as I fill one page. Then another. And then I'm not even writing about him anymore. I'm writing about me.

but the sum total of the thing is this: life is life and death is death, and what is dead is dead, and gone is gone, and busy is busy. The gist being that if great beings and treasures and memories depart, never to return, what happens to ordinary everyday items? Nothing.

Your Grandpa was a boxer in his youth. Sexiest thing I'd ever seen, let me tell you. He wore these short little shorts, and was always dripping in sweat." There goes my appetite.

He gave her what no one else had ever been able to give. A past to cherish. A present to enjoy. A future to anticipate

I am so glad we met at an undisclosed location over the summer.

Would do anything for five more minutes. Just five. To hold her hand, to tell her I forgive her.

When you lost something precious, the memories of it became a tormenting reminder of what you could never have again.

I've heard it said your entire life flashes before your eyes as you die. Those words comfort those who have loved and been loved but torment those who have failed and been failed.

Firstlife matters," I repeat. "Hear, hear," Sloan calls. "I'm looking forward to wrinkled skin, gray hairs and most especially the use of diapers.

I wish I could go back and do a thousand things differently. I'd tell my sister no. I'd never beg my mother to talk to my dad. I'd zip my lips and swallow those hateful words. Or, barring all of that, I'd hug my sister, my mom and my dad one last time. I'd tell them I love them. I wish... Yeah, I wish.

This is Lina. My heart soars; I guess it recognises what my eyes do not. This is the woman who played with me when my parents were too busy. The one who helped me survive Many Ends the first three times. I love her, I do. Despite the fact that she once stabbed me with the end of a paintbrush.

Déjame primero despedirme, —dijo él. Muriendo por dentro, se levantó y se inclinó sobre Julia, susurrándole en el oído—. Recuérdame con cariño, dulce dragón, ya que yo nunca te olvidaré. Vive tus sueños. Ama a otro. Ten niños y sé feliz.