Quotes About Keepsake

His most intimate keepsake was one that could not be lost or stolen, though. He flexed his left hand, where the thin white line of the letter "C"—carved a little crookedly, but still perfectly legible—showed on the mound at the base of his thumb. The "J" he had left on her would be likewise still visible, he supposed. He hoped.

I got like a little lucky two dollar bill, so I keep it with me all the time.

It was over. But I would have their baseball cards to help me remember them forever. And the rest is history.

At the end of the season, each coach gets a leather-bound keepsake book containing the menus and wine labels from every dinner.

When Thomas left, it was with the feeling of a summer romance—a trinket that I could take out and examine for the rest of my life, the same way I might save a seashell from a beach vacation or the ticket from my first Broadway musical.

In those days, a tattoo was still a souvenir—a keepsake to mark a journey, the love of your life, a heartbreak, a port of call. The body was like a photo album; the tattoos themselves didn't have to be good photographs. Indeed

Grabé su rostro en mi mente, como se graban los sellos sobre la cera, para poder llevarlo siempre conmigo».

his mother's blue eyes which he had handed down to her, like some trinket to be kept in the family,

I collect jewelry for a story - so something I got on a trip or something I got from my family. You know it always needs to have a meaning for me.

It's often the material things that provide the essence of memory.

My father carries around the picture of the kid who came with his wallet.

I thought of you everyday. I thought about you yesterday, and days before that too. I think of you in silence, I think of you in day and night. I often talk about you. All I have are memories of you and some of your belongings. Your memory is a keepsake for me, from which I'll never part. God may had you in his arms. But I have you in my heart forever.

Your heart, your love, and the memories of us. I will hold onto it as long as I have to, not just as a keepsake, but as my favorite part of my incomplete life.

Love is a promise, love is a souvenir, once given never forgotten, never let it disappear.

Janie gave me a pen. Mrs. Tadworth gave me a doll. Matt

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Y si pudiera embotellar la expresión de su cara, la guardaría en mi mesita de noche el resto de mi vida.

He also got hold of Nelson's breeches and stockings and kept them for the rest of his life.

Why haven't I Thought of this before? This body, Remembering yours, Is the keepsake you left.

I have a lock of his hair, a handful of his ashes, a box of his letters, a goatskin tambourine. And in the folds of faded violet tissue a necklace, two violet plaques etched in Arabic, strung with black and silver threads, given to me by the boy who loved Michelangelo.

I think I would like that, knowing it had wound up in that room. Up on one of the shelves above my bed, for example, along with my old dolls and the ballerina costume I had when I was seven--one last thing to remember me by.