Quotes about Memories

One day we'll be glad to have the pictures...

It is hard to hate what one has loved, and a half-extinguished fire is soon relit.

My own mother died when I was 10 years old. My folks have told me that what little humor I have comes from her. I can't remember her humor, but I can remember her love and understanding of me.

Mama sewed the rags together, sewing every piece with love. She made my coat of many colors that I was proud of.

While almost everything that surrounds us in life gets old and wears out, stories, like our very souls, don't age.

I don't really remember much about Kosovo. I only remember growing up in London, where my parents had to basically start from scratch.

Kindness and remembrance. — A person cannot forget someone who is good to them.

I can't remember a Friday when I was younger when I wasn't eating a pizza, flirting with the barman.

Me and Cass both hooped when we were youngsters. When I met him, he was not nearly as big as he is now. As a matter of fact, I think I was about the same size.

It is right that he too should have his little chronicle, his memories, his reason, and be able to recognize the good in the bad, the bad in the worst, and so grow gently old down all the unchanging days, and die one day like any other day, only shorter.

Live so that when the final summons comes you will leave something more behind you than an epitaph on a tombstone or an obituary in a newspaper.

The comfort of having a friend may be taken away, but not that of having had one.