Quotes About Memories

Tell me about Stackpole then... Like I am now, but smaller.

All our loves are first loves.

Aren't you going to look at it, Verity?" asked Miss Deane. Slowly, I unwrapped it. I saw a small, slim girl with serious eyes and a little pointed face, wearing her second-best dress and posed stiffly beside an artificial rosebush. Standing behind her, rising out of a sort of mist, was a fair-haired young man in a white shirt. There was no doubt as to who it was. It was my half-brother Alexander, and he was smiling.

My father was right: people are always leaving. They fall in and out of your life like shadows.

I understand it now. People may move away, but they can remain in your heart. And if you're really lucky, your soul mate will find their way back again one day

the moment I opened up this once locked box of childhood good times, I also allowed all the pain of being deserted, alone, and friendless out too.

She smells like chlorine, coconuts, and sunshine.

He looked at her. "I will miss you, Montana. For the first time in my life, I'll regret leaving someone behind.

I could never regret you. Us

Time has a way of fixing memories so they have their own truth, even if years later they deceive you.

The day she left this earth was certainly Heaven's finest and the saddest day I'll ever live.

Yeah, seeing her unsettled him, but it was her words that nearly took him apart. Because sometime after his heart started beating again, after he'd grabbed ahold of his emotions, she'd become the woman that, once upon a time, he'd fallen in love with.

What happens in Montana stays in Montana, Glo.

It's that sacred place where your soul is at rest because all the people you love most are there.

We are, all of us, living out the stories of our lives. Each of our stories will end, in time, but meanwhile, we fill the pages of our existence with all the love we can, for as long as we can. This is how we make a life.

and that if she ever needs to talk to her or touch her, she need only go to Belinda's peach tree and put her arms around it, and Candace will whisper to her through the branches that all is well.

would change nothing if I were to live my life again. The person who completes your life is not so much the person who shares all the years of your existence, but rather the person who made your life worth living, no matter how long or short a time you were given to spend with them.

These things keep me close to Mama, close even to that part of her I hadn't yet come to fully know because I was too young and we simply ran out of time.

memories have no power but what I allow them.

In the course of transferring all my CDs to my iPod, I have found myself wandering the musical hallways of my past and reacquainting myself with music I haven't listened to in years.

One of my favorite activities as a teen-ager was to watch television over the phone with my best friend.

Now I was also trying to understand how someone could end such intense desire without leaving a trace. If you had really loved something, wouldn't a little bit of it always linger? A couple of houseplants? A dinky Home Depot Phalaenopsis in a coffee can? I personally have always found giving up on something a thousand times harder than getting it started, but evidently Laroche's finishes were downright and absolute, and what's more, he also shut off any chance of amends.

If only feelings and ideas and stories and history really could be contained in a block of marble—if only there could be a gathering up of permanence—how reassuring it would be, how comforting to think that something you loved could be held in place, moored and everlasting, rather than bobbing along on the slippery sea of reminiscence, where it could always drift out of reach.

I wanted to have my books around me, forming a totem pole of the narratives I'd visited.