Quotes About Memories

even though dogs break your heart, they fill it up, even when they're gone.

When I miss my mother these days, now that she is gone, I like to picture us in the car together, going for one more magnificent trip to Bertram Woods.

I know now that even though dogs break your heart, they fill it up, even when they're gone.

they also believed that you read a book for the experience of reading it. You didn't read it in order to have an object that had to be housed and looked after forever, a memento of the purpose for which it was obtained. The reading of the book was a journey. There was no need for souvenirs.

the breeze was filled with "the smell of heartbreak and ashes.

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

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

The reading of a book was a journey. There was no need for souvenirs.

According to librarian Glen Creason, the breeze was filled with "the smell of heartbreak and ashes.

Travel becomes a strategy for accumulating photographs.

My library is an archive of longings.

Photographs are a way of imprisoning reality...One can't possess reality, one can possess images--one can't possess the present but one can possess the past.

I loved their home. Everything smelled older, worn but safe; the food aroma had baked itself into the furniture.

In the end, it's only the moments that we have.

There is something about losing your mother that is permanent and inexpressable - a wound that will never quite heal.

And if you don't believe memories are worth more than money, then perhaps you've not made the right kind of memories.

Parlare con lui m'infondeva una piacevole sensazione di familiarità, come accade con certi personaggi secondari della nostra infanzia: il gestore del negozio di fumetti, il venditore di caramelle... nonostante il tempo trascorso questi individui sono incapaci di considerarci come gli strani adulti che siamo diventati, e continuano invece a guardarci come i bambini che non abbiamo mai smesso di essere.

I'm a Mommy's Girl - the strongest influence in my young life was my mom.

Forget about writing to Penthouse. This one was going to be a story for their grandkids.

I missed you, Wesley." "Yeah," Wes said, heading toward the front of the bus. "I'm going to miss you, too.

the rocking chair test." "Pretend that you're one hundred years old," Alicia would say, "and you're sitting out on your front porch in a rocking chair. Now think back on your life. What was it like? Do you have any regrets?

I don't want to lose the boy with the bread.

Oh, the fun we two have together.

He tilts his forehead down to rest against mine and pulls me closer. His skin, his whole being radiates heat from being so near the fire, and I close my eyes, soaking in his warmth. I breathe in the smell of snow-dampened leather and smoke and apples, the smell of all those wintry days we shared before the Games. I don't try to move away. Why should I anyway? His voice drops to a whisper. "I love you." That's why.