Quotes About Memories

I want the people I love to get up and speak about me, and even if you cry it'll be OK. I want you to say honest things.

When time passes, it's the people who knew you whom you want to see; they're the ones you can talk to. When enough time passes, what's it matter what they did to you?

Because nine years ago, I walked up to the most beautiful girl in the bar, and tonight she's still the only person I want to talk to.

Haven't you ever wished that you could steal back just a few hours of your past?" she asked softly. "That's all I want... just a little taste of what might have been.

I think that's a mercy of this island, actually, that it won't give us our terrible memories for long, but let us keep the good ones for as long as we want them.

It was a life I didn't want to leave behind.It was a life I didn't want to forget.

You know, it's hard as a writer to lose characters (and actors) you like. You really don't want them to die because you're not going to get to see them anymore.

Sometimes my grief is overwhelming, and even though I understand that we will never see each other again, there is a part of me that wants to hold on to you forever.

I'll think about you everyday. Part of me is scared that there'll come a time when you don't feel the same way, that you'll somehow forget about what we shared, so this is what I want to do forever.

Some possessions are like old friends, and you never want to abandon an old friend.

I feel that if I said anything about John, I would have to sit here for five days and say it all. Or I don't want to say anything.

When you get older and you start dating, I want you to be able to say one thing, 'I made a hook.'

When you have lost people like I lost my birth mom at a young age and you remember the whole process of losing her, you want to grab on to something that makes you whole.

I want out of this place.With no reminders."It stings -sulphur tearsin cinnamon rain.

The horrors of war, pale beside the loss of a mother

I cherish the memories of a question my grandson asked me the other day when he said, 'Grandpa, were you a hero in the war?' Grandpa said 'No... but I served in a company of heroes.'

Maybe the ultimate wound is the one that makes you miss the war you got it in.

The pageant has passed. That day is over. But we linger, loath to think we shall see them no more together - these men, these horses, these colors afield.

I remember when I was shot down in that war. I remember how terrified I was. And it made me feel close to my family, and to God, and to life, and I was scared.

When old friends get together, everything else fades to insignificance."- War, Famine, Pestilence, and Death

Mona's eyes sparkled. Her grin became so open and joyous that she looked like a little girl. "Do you remember what I always used to tell you?" Duncan squeezed his eyes shut. He shook his head as if he could will the conversation in another direction—any other direction. He'd rather talk about fucking sea spray . "Please, Ma. Don't start—" "Maybe it's the Great Mermaid, leading you to your one true love!

It's not the letter she imagined she would write, but once you start, all the other letters you've ever written in your life have a way of creeping in.

I sure do miss that woman. Smart. Funny. Sweet. She never gave me a moment's trouble." "Gosh, I'm sorry about that. I knew it was boring between you two, but not that bad.

Damn. It looks to me like I just missed the best reunion since Sherman got together with Atlanta.