Quotes about Memories

History is but a collection of epitaphs.

The drive was brief and the conversation limited, but oh, what a legacy of love! Father never read to me from the Bible about the good Samaritan. Rather, he took me with him and Uncle Elias in that old 1928 Oldsmobile and provided a living lesson I have always remembered.

I grew up watching games with my father at Washington Husky Stadium. When I moved out to Seattle, I had a friend who would take me to Seahawks games in the 1980s.

I actually went to the first game in Saints history. We were living in New Orleans at the time. I was eight. They opened against the L.A. Rams in 1976. I went with my dad, and we bought standing-room only seats at Tulane Stadium. We actually sat in the aisle.

Wouldn't it be well to give some of your bouquets before a man dies, and not go and load down his coffin? He can't enjoy them then.

Happy is he who still loves something he loved in the nursery: He has not been broken in two by time; he is not two men, but one, and he has saved not only his soul but his life.

When your surroundings are infused with memories of the past, you tend to remain in the past. You are prone to keep looking back rather than focusing forward on the new things God has for you.

When we clear the clutter, we are not erasing the memories. Holding on means not letting go. God has so much more for your life. You haven't seen your best days yet, but your clutter could be preventing you from recognizing the new things awaiting you.

A little longer, and we shall be in our true country, and our childhood's joys—those Sunday evenings, those outpourings of the heart—will be given back to us for ever!

Remember that lost time does not return.

I used to live on a houseboat near Hammersmith Bridge.

I have had my fair share of nights out.