Quotes About Cherish

Death is a challenge. It tells us not to waste time... It tells us to tell each other right now that we love each other.

Love isn't restricted by time because every minute and every second creates beautiful memories.

So whatever it is you want, need or desire or just like to have, you better try to get it now, 'cause this is the only time there is.

If I could save time in a bottle The first thing that I'd like to do Is to save every day

Miss not the occasion; by the forelock take that subtle power, the never-halting time.

I look back on the time I've wasted, and I'm just glad I wasted it while I still had the chance.

You don't choose your family. They are God's gift to you.- Desmond Tutu In the end, kids won't remember that fancy toy or game you bought for them, they will remember the time you spent with them.

I don't think quantity time is as special as quality time with your family.

Turn soft and lovely any time you have a chance

Because I'm learning that being a grandmother is not about the things you have to do. It's about the things you want to do. The fact is that motherhood is mainly about requirements.

One of his favorite words now is "Pop." There's no question that it feels good in his mouth, but it's not just that. In the way these things usually go in the house of family, Nana is wallpaper and Pop is a chandelier. "Pop! Pop!" he shouts now, searching for his grandfather.

children make it impossible to regret your past. They're its finest fruits. Sometimes its only ones.

Well, let them seize on all they can;— One treasure still is mine,— A heart that loves to think on thee, And feels the worth of thine.

Adieu! but let me cherish, still, The hope with which I cannot part. Contempt may wound, and coldness chill, But still it lingers in my heart. And who can tell but Heaven, at last, May answer all my thousand prayers, And bid the future pay the past With joy for anguish, smiles for tears?

I gave up hoping...But, still, I would think of him, I would cherish his image in my mind, and treasure every word, look and gesture that memory could retain.

This, at least, is the hope that I cherish, the fancy that lights me on my lonely way.

There are so few people given us to love. I want to tell my daughters this, that each time you fall in love it is important, even at nineteen. Especially at nineteen. And if you can, at nineteen, count the people you love on one hand, you will not, at forty, have run out of fingers on the other. There are so few people given us to love and they all stick.

Riches, prestige, everything can be lost. But the happiness in your own heart can only be dimmed; it will always be there, as long as you live, to make you happy again.

I want to remember these nights always, she thought. I want to fix them forever in my memory. I want to lose nothing. When it's done, when it's decided and it's over, I will write a memoir seeking to capture everything forever. When it's happening it is too beautiful, too overwhelming, and you can feel it's being lost with every breath you take.

What mattered now was only that I understood what it meant to cherish others and to cherish life itself. I

Treasure the pain; treasure what you have with her, including the fear. Treasure what you may have, including the failure. Treasure it because if we don't live this life, if we don't live it to the fullest year after year and century after century, well, then, we die.

You have a tale to tell, you are ancient, and deeply broken. I feel love for you and cherish that it is what it is and nothing more.

You know how you just have to touch your child, sometimes? How you drink him in with your eyes and you could stare at him for hours and you marvel at how dear and impossibly perfect he is?

But it has occurred to me, on occasion, that our memories of our loved ones might not be the point. Maybe the point is their memories—all that they take away with them.