Quotes About Memories

Not really. I suppose it depends on how you look at it. For me . . . well, it just adds a richness you wouldn't otherwise get. People come, people go—they'll drift in and out of your life, almost like characters in a favorite book. When you finally close the cover, the characters have told their story and you start up again with another book, complete with new characters and adventures. Then you find yourself focusing on the new ones, not the ones from the past.

And while he was doing those things, he thought about Allie and the love that was missing from both their lives.

I know that I could live to be a hundred and visit every country in the world, but nothing would ever compare to that moment when I first kissed the girl of my dreams and knew that my love would last forever.

I may be older and wiser, I may have lived another life since then, but I know that when my time eventually comes, the memories of that day will be the final images that float through my mind. I still love her, you see, and I"ve never removed my ring. In all these years I"ve never felt the desire to do so.

And some time after midnight on that clear October evening, Noah was overcome with longing. And if anyone had seen him, they would have seen what looked like an old man, someone who'd aged a lifetime in just a couple of hours. Someone bent over in his rocker with his face in his hands and tears in his eyes. He didn't know how to stop them.

The first time you fall in love, it will change your life forever.

You live long enough, you lose enough people, you learn to appreciate the memories you have.

I take the memories as they come, accepting them all, letting them guide me whenever I can.

College was a bubble that kept the rest of the world at bay. There was an abundance of free time, friends who lived either with you or right next door, and an overwhelming sense of optimism about the future, even if you had no idea as to the specifics of what that might mean. In college, everyone accepted the fact that their lives would turn out exactly as planned, buoying them from one good memory to the next in a cascade of carefree three-day weekends.

Sometimes, when you remember the things you used to do, it makes you wince.

I can remember every moment we were together, and in each of them there was something wonderful. I can't really pick any one time that meant more than any other. The entire summer was perfect, the kind of summer everyone should have. How could I pick one moment over another?

any time I spent with Ruth should be regarded as precious. War, after all, was everywhere.

She had fallen in love with a stranger in the course of a weekend, and she would never fall in love again.

And I'd be struck a new by the finality of Ruth's absence.

She wished her younger brother, Drake, were here, and she felt the usual ache when she thought of him.

Maybe the older people get, the more important the past becomes? Because there's less future ahead?

For when it comes, she is gone, and sometimes I wonder whether she and I will ever love again.

There is something terrible in the moments after waking up, when the subconscious knows that something terrible has happened but before all the memories flash back in their entirety

We spend so much time making up for things we failed to say, she mused. If only, she began for the thousandth time, the images of those days beginning to flash behind her eyes like a slide show she was powerless to stop

As the warm air blew in the car, simple snapshots of the life they'd lived together surfaced in his mind; but as always, those images led inexorably to their final day together.

We met on a Wednesday morning, and I'd fallen in love with him by Thursday evening.

for there were times I caught them staring at me curiously. I never told them about my past or shared personal information. They knew nothing of Savannah or my dad or my friendship with Tony. Those memories were mine and mine alone, for I'd learned that some things are best kept secret. In

His death had left her with an emptiness that she knew would never fill completely. But time had lessened the pain.

She remembered sitting beneath the tree on a hot July day with someone who looked at her with a longing that took everything else away. And it had been at that moment that she'd first fallen in love.