Quotes About Keepsake

Somebody will come up to me after a show and have me sign their arm, and the next time I see them my autograph has been permanently inscribed on their arm.

It would be one hell of an addition to someone's scrapbook. (Dark City Lights)

I'm not a hoarder, I'm a collector: if you have something you like, every time you see it, you have a little happy hit.

I made a baby blanket for both of my children and brought them home from the hospital in them, and they will always have them.

She reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a silver watch on a chain. "This is a gift for both of you," she said.

Anything in her mother's handwriting she saved. Willa wanted her also to go on weighing something in the world.

The corsets I wore in The Railway Children are still in my undies drawer, a prized relic of my favourite film.

There is always a romance that we leave behind in London, and always London enlocks that flower for us, and keeps it fresh, so that when we come back we have our romance again.

I still do have the little lunch bag that my mother made out of a towel and embroidered with my name on it for when I went to kindergarten.

I've got a basketball signed by all the greats from Julius Irving to Oscar Robinson. It was at an All Star game I got them all to sign it. So that ain't going nowhere. I'm going to die with that in my casket.

If someone gives you a belt buckle, it's like a piece of jewelry. It has the same sort of emotional significance. It would be something you would intend to keep forever.

Preserving tradition has become a nice hobby, like stamp collecting.

I have a necklace with a golden key, given to me by my sisters, which I always wear.

I carry a little collection of jewelry I love with me, in case I need diamonds.

When I was six, someone in my family gave me a yellow pencil holder that had my name printed on it. I still have it, and when I'm doing table work in rehearsal, I use it to carry my highlighters and other writing utensils. I love it.

My most treasured item is the brown leather bag that my mum bought me from a little Italian shop for my 21st. It's supposed to be a vanity bag, but I use it as a handbag.

It's the first hat trick of my career, so I will treasure the match ball.

My heart was tightening painfully, as it had after our first parting. Oh, how I was glad of this feeling! Could it be that youth wishes to return to me with its wholesome storms, or is this only its departing glance, its last gift, as a keepsake . . . ?

The next morning, they cremated my grandfather in the belly of our ship. I still have a scarp of the outfit he made for me. These days, I use it as a bookmark.

Brian kept the photograph inside an Old Bible. He knew it would be safe there. Nobody ever opened it.

I still have my original social security card signed when I was 13.

Michael took pictures of everybody. "We'll want to remember this," he told Janie.

Arriba, en la habitación de su padre y su madre, encontró un pastillero, negro y brillante por fuera y rojo por dentro, que contenía un copo de algodón. -Aquí podría guardar un huevo de pájaro -decidió

You still have this?" I'd asked him. He'd moved two years before and we didn't see each other frequently. Broodje had looked at the card, and then looked at me. "Don't you know, Willy?" he'd said. "I keep things.