Quotes About Memories

When old men met, they talked about the sea—

There comes a time in every man's life and I've had many of them.

Do you remember back at the hotel when you promised that if we lived, you'd get dressed up in a nurse's outfit and give me a sponge bath?" asked Jace. "It was Simon who promised you the sponge bath." "As soon as I'm back on my feet, handsome," said Simon. "I knew we should have left you a rat.

Remember when you tried to convince me to feed a poultry pie to the mallards in the park to see if you could breed a race of cannibal ducks?" "They ate it too," Will reminisced. "Bloodthirsty little beasts. Never trust a duck.

It has been the privilege and the honor of my life to know you.

There are memories that time does not erase... Forever does not make loss forgettable, only bearable.

If I should meet thee After long years How should I greet thee? With silence and tears.

Oh could I feel as I have felt,-or be what I have been, Or weep as I could once have wept, o'er many a vanish'd scene; As springs in deserts found seem sweet, all brackish though they be, So midst the wither'd waste of life, those tears would flow to me.

And yet, my girl, we weep in vain, In vain our fate in sighs deplore; Remembrance only can remain, But that, will make us weep the more.

But 'tis done—all words are idle— Words from me are vainer still; But the thoughts we cannot bridle 55 Force their way without the will. Fare thee well! thus disunited, Torn from every nearer tie, Sear'd in heart, and lone, and blighted, More than this I scarce can die.

Our songs touch people, and take them back to a time when there was no threat of terrorism, when you didn't have to lock your doors and when Mom and Dad took care of everything.

...Lovers are Like walking ghosts, they always haunt the spot Of their misdeeds.

I grew up hearing such stupid things. My mother would say, "That's the last time I'm gonna tell you to take out the garbage." Well, thank God.

We always believe our first love is our last, and our last love our first.

We also like obsolete styles because the past is dead, and hence contains no surprises.

No one can look back on his schooldays and say with truth that they were altogether unhappy.

He still has the same way of calling to me, as if I'm still new to him, as if he has yet to get over me.

Woodman, spare that tree!Touch not a single bough!In youth it sheltered me,And I'll protect it now.

Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word.

Old stories are like old friends, she used to say. You have to visit them from time to time.

Summer will end soon enough, and childhood as well.

Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell's grey walls, and the laughter of its people. Needle was the summer snows, Old Nan's stories, the heart tree with its red leaves and scary face, the warm earthy smell of the glass gardens, the sound of the north wind rattling the shutters of her room. Needle was Jon Snow's smile. He used to mess my hair and call me "little sister," she remembered, and suddenly there were tears in her eyes.

The years leech at a man's memories, even those he has vowed never to forget.

All Daenerys wanted back was the big house with the red door, the lemon tree outside her window, the childhood she had never known.