When you have brought up kids, there are memories you store directly in your tear ducts.
Conscience is less an inner voice than the memory of a mother's glance.
There are many things I do for amusement, but for happiness I like to gather up my memories and go for a walk in the rain.
In childhood, we press our nose to the pane, looking out. In memories of childhood, we press our nose to the pane, looking in.
You can be sad recalling sad times, but if you really want to be sad, recall happy times.
There are memories I choose not to live with, but we hang out at the same bar.
You can accept a falling out that changes your plans, but it's hard to accept a betrayal that changes your memories.
As important as shared memories is the silent agreement that certain things never happened.
The happiest memories are of moments that ended when they should have.
What are memories but dreams of a better past.
Perhaps we are given a mom that we might take into death the memory of a lullaby.
At my age, you not only have bittersweet memories, you make bittersweet plans.
In the happiest of our childhood memories, our parents were happy, too.
Recalling days of sadness, memories haunt me. Recalling days of happiness, I haunt my memories.
