#memories

The loneliness is when you pick up and move, even if you are not originally from that place, and you have some memories that you want to embrace. Having a life in transit, I feel like you are always looking out the back window. ↗

— Ajay Naidu

#back #embrace #even #feel #having

I never saw my grandfather because he had died before I was born, but I have good memories of my grandmother and of how she could play the piano at the old house. ↗

— John Forbes Nash, Jr.

#before #born #could #died #good

To reminisce with my old friends, a chance to share some memories, and play our songs again. ↗

— Ricky Nelson

#chance #friends #memories #old #old friends

My first outdoor cooking memories are full of erratic British summers, Dad swearing at a barbecue that he couldn't put together, and eventually eating charred sausages, feeling brilliant. ↗

— Jamie Oliver

#brilliant #british #cooking #dad #eating

The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there. ↗

— L.P. Hartley

#past #reality #reality

Memories of our lives, of our works and our deeds will continue in others. ↗

— Rosa Parks

#deeds #lives #memories #others #our

The money is in a different league these days, of course, but I have special memories of the 60s and 70s which players today don't have. There wasn't the same celebrity attitude and media exposure. We had a bit more freedom. ↗

— Peter Shilton

#bit #celebrity #course #days #different

What i like about photographs is that they capture a moment that’s gone forever, impossible to reproduce. ↗

— Karl Lagerfeld

#capture #fashion-designer #forever #gone #impossible

But she knew that no matter what beauty lay behind, it must remain there. No one could go forward with a load of aching memories. ↗

— Margaret Mitchell

#beauty #memories #past #beauty

He smiled his shy smile at her as he went into the yard. Anne took the memory of it with her when she went to her room that night and sat for a long while at her open window, thinking of the past and dreaming of the future. Outside the Snow Queen was mistily white in the moonshine; the frogs were singing in the marsh beyond Orchard Slope. Anne always remembered the silvery, peaceful beauty and fragrant calm of that night. It was the last night before sorrow touched her life; and no life is ever quite the same again when once that cold, sanctifying touch has been laid upon it. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#dreamy #loss #memories #touching #tranquility