Memories Quotes

Tuesday will be a tough night for me. It's like to return to the family who have not seen you for a long time. I spent a wonderful time there.

Memories mean more to me than dresses.

Tape record your parents' laughter

And that's the wonderful thing about family travel: it provides you with experiences that will remain locked forever in the scar tissue of your mind.

I've learned that education, experience, and memories are three things that no one can take away from you.

There are moments when I wish I could roll back the clock and take all the sadness away, but I have a feeling that if I did, the joy would be gone as well. So I take the memories as they come, accepting them all, letting them guide me whenever I can.

When people come up to me and say, "I was at your Game 7 in the playoffs in Toronto," or, "I saw your first goal in the NHL," that triggers memories. But I don't sit around my kitchen table and tell my kids, "You know, one year I got 92 goals."

Every man has some reminiscences which he would not tell to everyone, but only to his friends.

In my mind, I see all of my passionate memories in bright, burning Red.

I will never joke about old soldiers who try to get to reunions to talk over the war again. To talk of old times with old friends is the greatest thing in the world.

We don't shoot somebody soon, I'm gonna forget how

To this day I cannot see a bright daffodil, a proud gladiola, or a smooth eggplant without thinking of Papa. Like his plants and trees, I grew up as a part of his garden.

When I was younger we had a grape arbor, and my mom would go out and pick grapes and make grape jam in the sink - boil it, put it in jars, and give it away as gifts.

My mother made soft polenta often, and as a child, I would watch her stir until she looked like her arm would fall off.

There are memories for both of us, of course, but I've learned that memories can have a physical, almost living presence, and in this, Savannah and I are different as well.If hers are stars in the nighttime sky, mine are the haunted empty spaces in beetween.

Nothing can match the treasure of common memories, of trials endured together, of quarrels and reconciliations and generous emotions. It is idle, having planted an acorn in the morning, to expect that afternoon to sit in the shade of the oak.

Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid it's like being young again. Colours seem brighter and more brilliant. Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn't exist at all. A phone call or two during the day helps to get you through a long day's work and always brings a smile to your face.

sometimes it's better to bunk a class & enjoy with friends, coz today when I look back, marks never make me laugh memories do.

From dream to dream and rhyme to rhyme I have ranged / In rambling talk with an image of air: / Vague memories, nothing but memories.

The greatest legacy we can leave our children is happy memories.

All of my walls are covered with framed pictures of my friends.

I can remember hockey. It was my life, my passion. It's what I love the most.

Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place, and I can picture it after all these days.

I miss Manchester, especially the apple crumble and custard they served at Carrington after training.

I know the look of an apple that is roasting and sizzling on the hearth on a winter's evening, and I know the comfort that comes of eating it hot, along with some sugar and a drench of cream... I know how the nuts taken in conjunction with winter apples, cider, and doughnuts, make old people's tales and old jokes sound fresh and crisp and enchanting.

The best things in life come in threes, like friends, dreams, and memories.

The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever.

Music is the art which is most nigh to tears and memories.

I'm so thankful I can write songs. I can capture all those memories in my songs and keep those memories alive.

Memories have to be our most painful blessing.

Look, getting bullied in school and coming home crying in the rain and my mom making me a can of Campbell's Tomato Soup with some oysterettes. It was comfort food; that is what food should be.

I've been my mom's kitchen helper since I was a little kid.

Our cellar home had a kitchen and a combination bedroom and half bath, which meant we had a sink next to the bed. We had no refrigerator, no shower or tub, and no privacy. My parents shared the bedroom with my sister and me.

Thank you for coming into my life and giving me joy, thank you for loving me and receiving my love in return. Thank you for the memories I will cherish forever. But most of all, thank you for showing me that there will come a time when I can eventually let you go.

Money can't buy happiness, but it will certainly get you a better class of memories.

The good times of today, are the sad thoughts of tomorrow.

I was assailed by memories of a life that wasn't mine anymore, but one in which I'd found the simplest and most lasting joys.

My most memorable dunk, that I think about very, very often, is the Patrick Ewing dunk.

I am convinced that the greatest legacy we can leave our children are happy memories: those precious moments so much like pebbles on the beach that are plucked from the white sand and placed in tiny boxes that lay undisturbed on tall shelves until one day they spill out and time repeats itself, with joy and sweet sadness, in the child now an adult.