#memories

Too many years fighting back tears. Why can't the past just die? Wishing you were somehow here again, knowing we must say goodbye. Try to forgive, teach me to live, give me the strength to try! No more memories, no more silent tears, no more gazing across the wasted years. Help me say goodbye. ↗

— Charles Hart

#musical #forgiveness

I shot Footloose nearby, and we used to hike. Very fond memories. ↗

— Dianne Wiest

#fond memories #footloose #hike #i #memories

Alison's grandfather told her,'To err is human, to forgive divine ↗

— Diane Griffith

#famly-secrets #friendships #fun-filled #love #poignant

I'm always coming up with ideas that have been inspired by memories, everyday life and this and that and the other. ↗

— Lucinda Williams

#been #coming #everyday #everyday life #i

Family holidays and weekends are really brightly colored memories, full of my mother and father, rather than our nannies and au pairs. ↗

— Olivia Williams

#colored #family #father #full #holidays

I miss my Dad. My Dad loved cheesy monster movies, so we'd have Godzilla movie marathons. Those are some of my favorite memories, laughing at how the monster outfits were so bad, like black garbage bags for heads. ↗

— Ahmet Zappa

#bags #black #cheesy #dad #favorite

Over the last few millennial, we've invented a series of technologies … that have made it progressively easier and easier for us to externalize our memories, for us to outsource this fundamental human capacity. ↗

— Joshua Foer

#fundamental #human-capacity #memories #memory #millennial

Riley shook her head. “I married Brad after I got my Associate's degree in culinary arts. I worked in the Bakery at the same grocery store as Brad, and now I'm a stay at home mom.” She paused. “If you remember my senior yearbook, I was voted most likely to be the best mom.” “Oh, you have time yet.” Stella joked and Riley backhanded her in the ribs. “You're an awesome mom. Be glad you haven't proven anyone wrong. It's not all it's cracked up to be.” She paused. “That same yearbook said I'd be in prison with a wife named Roberta.” ~Conversation between Riley and Stella, "Sugar and Spies: Spy Sisters Book 1 ↗

— Rebekah Martin

#memories #yearbook #art

The little house is not too small To shelter friends who come to call. Though low the roof and small its space It holds the Lord's abounding grace, And every simple room may be Endowed with happy memory. The little house, severly plain, A wealth of beauty may contain. Within it those who dwell may find High faith which makes for peace of mind, And that sweet understanding which Can make the poorest cottage rich. The little house can hold all things From which the soul's contentment springs. 'Tis not too small for love to grow, For all the joys that mortals know, For mirth and song and that delight Which make the humblest dwelling bright. ↗

— Edgar A. Guest

#life #love #memories #beauty

It was growing dark on this long southern evening, and suddenly, at the exact point her finger had indicated, the moon lifted a forehead of stunning gold above the horizon, lifted straight out of filigreed, light-intoxicated clouds that lay on the skyline in attendant veils. Behind us, the sun was setting in a simultaneous congruent withdrawal and the river turned to flame in a quiet duel of gold....The new gold of moon astonishing and ascendant, he depleted gold of sunset extinguishing itself in the long westward slide, it was the old dance of days in the Carolina marshes, the breathtaking death of days before the eyes of children, until the sun vanished, its final signature a ribbon of bullion strung across the tops of water oaks. ↗

— Pat Conroy

#childhood #memories #moon #nature #south-carolina