Quotes About Memories

The shack, the long hours of darkness illuminated by nothing but candles and moonlight, even the spider—he missed it all. He missed that boy he once was and could never be again. That time when the only life that mattered was his own.

How many times had he listened to the death song of Cio-Cio-San and cried as though it were a new sadness just visited upon him?

Each one of us is the sum total of every moment that we've ever experienced with all the people we've ever known.

Writing about New York is hard. Not because memories intersect and overlap, because of course they do. Not because incidents and times mix with others, because that happens too. Not because I didn't fall in love with New York, because even though I was lonely and poor, no place had ever made me feel more at home. It is because knowing what I know now, it's hard to write about a love story with a broken heart.

As memórias que eu tenho, e a casa que ainda é minha, ambas estão cheias de coisas que adornam uma vida que eu já não vivo, sentimentos que eu já não tenho.

Holidays are the best. I couldn't imagine being from a small family.

I always put clothes and family photos under the mattress, in case the house burns down.

One time, Grandpa had gifts for us. He gave me a hand-polished, dark steel pair of pliers that fit my fist perfectly. For my brother, he had some coins from Canada. Even then, I knew these gifts were wise. I tried to fix things with my hands. For my brother, vocation was more distant: repair of the world.

Childhood isn't just those years. It's also the opinions you form about them afterward. That's why our childhoods are so long.

Y'know, Sadie, I loved you even back then. You've always been important to me.

You will never forget them. They will live on in your heart forever. Forever young, forever yours. No matter how far in the past they become, a love for them will live on inside of you each day.

Growing up, I didn't give my grandfather's photography a second thought. I wasn't involved in his work, except that I helped my dad print his negatives.

This is to remind me of the best day of my life." She looks down at me. For a wonder, she smiles back. "When was that?" she asks. "Tomorrow," I say.

Kimberly Brubaker Bradley

Pneumonia. I'd heard that word before. Over two years ago, when I'd first come to Susan's house, when I'd learned about Becky, her best friend. "What killed her?" I'd asked, and Susan had said, "Pneumonia. That's a sickness in the lungs." I was falling, falling. I had no one to catch me. Susan was dying. I had no safe place to be.

We gather up pictures and bits of our past and scrapbook them into a gift that will last.

remember. "In the sweet by and by…" Chief

I loved Grandpa Reed. Without a doubt, he was my favorite grandparent.

After a fellow gets famous it doesn't take long for someone to bob up that used to sit by him in school.

How one dies shows how one lived.

they say if you smile when you think of people who are gone, you loved them.

Kerrigan?" she choked, cupping his face in both of her hands. "Come back to me." Suddenly, he drew a deep breath before he opened his eyes to look up at her. Instead of their normal black hue, they were a bright, crystal blue—the same color they had been when he was human.

She glanced up from his lips to those dark eyes that smoldered with his fire. She remembered now what they had looked like as she'd seen him before Morgen had entered his world. "Your eyes used to be blue." "That was a long time ago." -Seren to Kerrigan

I've had worse. (Draven) Such as? (Simon) The day my heart was ripped out of me. I assure you the king's executioner could never equal the pain I felt the day I saw our mother die. (Draven)