Quotes About Cherish

I should like to freeze in time all those I do love, keep them somehow safe from the ravages of the passing years..."Rather like flowers pressed between the pages of a book!

The killer of love is creeping separateness. Inloveness is a gift of the gods, but then it is up to the lovers to cherish or to ruin. Taking love for granted, especially after marriage. Ceasing to do things together. Finding separate interests. 'We' turning into T . Self. Self-regard: what I want to do. Actual selfishness only a hop away. This was the way of creeping separateness.

There's no way of knowing that your last good day is Your Last Good Day. At the time, it is just another good day.

I don't really have many hobbies but one of my favorite things to do is spend time with my family. We have fun together, and building those relationships is very important to me.

Let us measure time not by moments but by memories.

Time meant opportunity. After all, what more do we have than time? We measure it arbitrarily, but as we spend it, until it's used up, it is called living.

I absolutely love spending time with my family.

Cherish your existence, for memories become legacies and life can change in an instant.

What's the best time, someone asked me.., I simply replied "Spent with the loved ones".

This is a special date but that was a special time

The time you spend loving is the most valuable time.

Few and far between are the books you'll cherish, returning to them time and again, to revisit old friends, relive old happiness, and recapture the magic of that first read.

We had two goals...One was to cherish every moment together, cherish the journey because the journey allows you to learn and grow. The other was to win a gold medal.

I love to see my family together. That's what life is about. It's about family.

Keep your families close together, and love and honor your children.

Robert...When you are eighty-two years old, know that there is an eighty-year-old woman somewhere who loves you. Isn't that a delightful thought to keep you going for the next fifty years or so?" "You will probably still have a court of admirers," he said, "and will not be interested in knowing that there is also an eighty-two-year-old man who loves you.

I fully intend to cherish any lady I marry, to cultivate a friendship with her, to grow fond of her, to protect and defend her, to give her my time and attention whenever I am able, to remain faithful to the vows I make to her. Is that not what love is?

And they had had two days together, forty-eight hours into which to cram a lifetime of happiness. No longer.

And she was in his arms, her head pillowed against his shoulder, held to him, rocked against him. She closed her eyes and willed herself to remember every detail of this moment for the rest of her life. The hard muscularity of his body. The comfort of his arms and his shoulder. His cheek against the top of her head. The warmth and the smell of him. He and she, and their child between them. Perhaps thirty seconds. At the most a minute. A minute to last a lifetime.

Love your own body like your mom loved your baby feet.

A trophy carries dust. Memories last forever.

Do you love this world? Do you cherish your humble and silky life? Do you adore the green grass, with its terror beneath?

I don't want to lose a single thread from the intricate brocade of this happiness .I want to remember everything.

Oh, to love what is lovely, and will not last!      What a task          to ask of anything, or anyone, yet it is ours,     and not by the century or the year, but by the hours. One