#memories

My memories are of my dad taking me to football on Saturday mornings, and my mum taking me swimming. Those are the things I remember from my childhood, not sitting around the table debating capitalism and the profit squeeze. ↗

— David Miliband

#capitalism #childhood #dad #debating #football

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

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

The girl I used to love is no longer a girl, and this saddens me more than our separation. It puts my own mortality vividly on display, in contrast to my eternally youthful memories. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#eternal #girl #life #love #memories

It kind of scares me though, to keep wearing it every day like I do. What happens when I run out of it? Will I forget what she looked like? What it looked like when the sun reflected on her hair? The way her pillow always smelled like her? Will my memory of her run out too? ↗

— Keary Taylor

#depression #grief #losing-a-loved-one #lost #memories

Cassandra wondered at the mind's cruel ability to toss up flecks of the past. Why, as she neared her life's end, her grandmother's head should ring with the voices of people long since gone. Was it always this way? Did those with passage booked on death's silent ship always scan the dock for faces of the long-departed? ↗

— Kate Morton

#memories #past #sad #death