Shared Memories Quotes

To those who have lived long together, everything heard and everything seen recalls some pleasure communicated, some benefit conferred, some petty quarrel or some slight endearment. Esteem of great powers, or amiable qualities newly discovered may embroider a day or a week, but a friendship of twenty years is interwoven with the texture of life.

There are three sides to every story: my side, your side, and the truth. And no one is lying. Memories shared serve each one differently.

The Faces are my old chums. We used to hang out.

Ryan is my bridge to the past, to memories that lose some of their sting when he recounts them.

How unspeakably the lengthening of memories in common endears our old friends!

Parents lend children their experience and a vicarious memory; children endow their parents with a vicarious immortality.

The joke in our family is that we can cry reading the phone book.

My core group of friends are all from when I was a kid.

Sisters share the scent and smells... the feel of a common childhood.

There is nothing that can equal the treasure of so many shared memories.

The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It's the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared.

We are friends for life. When we’re together the years fall away. Isn’t that what matters? To have someone who can remember with you? To have someone who remembers how far you’ve come?

My great-grandmother, who was known as Nana, passed away before I was born, but she and my mother were very, very close. For as long as I can remember, we made Nana's waffles in my house. It was a weekend tradition.

I am happiest when I am with my wife, Susi, and our two boys exploring and loving something for the first time.

There was a house we all had in common and it was called the past, even though we'd lived in different rooms.

In the midst of the sense of tragedy or loss, sometimes laughter is not only healing, it's a way of experiencing the person that you've lost again.

I like the fact that my husband and I have been together for a long time and have a warm and colourful history together.

We shared. Parents. Home. Pets. Celebrations. Catastrophes. Secrets. And the threads of our experience became so interwoven that we are linked. I can never be utterly lonely, knowing you share the planet.

DJ Qualls and I have been best friends for I don't even know how long - since I was a kid, 14, 15, many, many years.

The conversation of two people remembering, if the memory is enjoyable to both, rocks on like music or lovemaking. There is a rhythm and a predictability to it that each anticipates and relishes.

I'll never forget the time my mother showed up with her best friend and two daughters, and all four of us dressed up in matching clothes, shoes and hats to go pick up my brother from school. I thought it was a fun thing to do, but we stepped outside my brother's school and he was mortified!

Bobby and I have been to various reunions of Our Gang. We've been to like three or four reunions over the past 15 years or so. We were at one in Palm Springs, California.

One of the great many things I love about being a father is sharing my beloved childhood experiences with my kids.

Family love can be a bore, but only when you are hearing it, never when you are relating it to the ones who will be carrying it out for you. A family without a storyteller or two has no way to make sense out of their past and no way to get a sense of themselves.

We want to bring the kids, the parents, the grandparents and grandkids together, we want them to have a shared viewing experience. We want the kids to talk about it in the playground, dad to talk about it down the pub, grandma to talk about it while she's out shopping.