Quotes About Memories

The queen of the sky told him that in death there is no satisfaction. Only pain will find you. So he asked her when the pain would lessen. The queen told him never. The pain is what shows us how much we loved them. If you truly love someone, then the pain of their loss will always be in your heart. (Nora)

You know, Drake, I seem to recall this impertinent young pup who once told me that problems shared are problems solved. (Jake) And I seem to recall a surly pirate telling me to mind my own business or I'd find myself gutted. (Morgan)

Discomfort it temporary. A photo is forever.

old hatreds are endlessly retrievable.

When he died, I went about like a ragged crow telling strangers, "My father died, my father died." My indiscretion embarrassed me, but I could not help it. Without my father on his Delhi rooftop, why was I here? Without him there, why should I go back? Without that ache between us, what was I made of?

Mitsi had never eaten a Vienna sausage before, but in the first three days at Camp Harmony, they were served three times.

But what I really needed was a mom. I still wanted to take advantage of that free laundry service at home. I wasn't about to turn away the homemade potato-chip casseroles or her famous turkey tacos. I didn't even mind when the "chore chart" was put up on the fridge. That was the normalcy I craved. I wanted Mom to continue to bring warm cookies to the set, making me the guy with the best mom around.

i bring my kiasu friend to the airport leavings are never easy, not for long and though we both saw blur along the way memories flooded present tensions. in the curry of his life no lemak remained so now the predictable exit signalled the end of his roundings, his bombings– he can bluff like hell, ma, he got style– and left me thinking about home, my kampong.

Inevitably, one day you awoke from the shock of sudden death to find one impossible truth staring you coldly in the face. From this day forward, you must relearn living. You must create for yourself a new life in which the person who has died is no longer present.

Why are you here?" "Because you never said goodbye.

Mijn kindertijd was bijna voorbij. Het is erg jammer dat we pas als we volwassen worden de bekoring van deze tijd beginnen te begrijpen. Als kind was alles zo anders. We bekeken de wereld met klare en zuivere ogen, alles leek zoveel stralender.

My biggest worry is that my wife (when I'm dead) will sell my fishing gear for what I said I paid for it.

Now, once again, 2 students left. But of course they're a part of you now.

Shinji slowly fell forward onto his face. Debris bounced up on impact. It took less than thirty seconds for the rest of his body to die. The memento of his beloved uncle--the earring worn by the woman he loved--was now stained with the blood running down Shinji's left ear, reflecting the glow from the red flames of the farm building. And so the boy known as the Third Man, Shinji Mimura, was dead.

My dad was a musician. He was a singer and he played the guitar, so music was always around.

Grief, and remembering, and loss cannot be predicted or held at bay. She knows, and she lets her anger at the missing... at all the time she let slip away spill from inside her.

She orders everyone to their feet & to their drink & to the junction where they can hold their love loves in a place of honor & delight. ... Celebrate the life that was before the death & what it gave you, & what you have even now.

She is thinking about the miles of highway that the bra has seen her over, & the heartaches & the laughs.

I love you, & will always love you. We gave each other the world in a way that the other could not always see. ... We are done, & we will never be done.

Why can't we have a funeral the way we want to have a funeral? Why don't we have a funeral to celebrate the way we lived? Tradition be damned. The sadness of the loss needs to honored & embraced, but for now I want to focus on celebrating.

Albuquerque, New Mexico. The Florida Keys. New York City. The North Shore of Lake Superior. A small island close to Seattle. Those

And here I still think of you as the woman I loved more than I've ever loved anyone

I needed to mourn my father, that wonderful, sweet, gentle man.

Funny thing about prom; no one ever had as much fun as they were supposed to.