FREE THANKS FOR THE MEMORIES PDF Cecelia Ahern | 512 pages | 15 Sep 2008 | HarperCollins Publishers | 9780007233694 | English | London, United Kingdom Thanks for the Memory () - IMDb Sign in with Facebook Sign in options. Join Goodreads. Want to Read saving…. Want to Read Currently Reading Read. Error rating book. Refresh and try again. See a Problem? Details if other :. Thanks for telling us about the problem. Return to Book Page. Preview — Thanks for the Memories by Cecelia Ahern. Thanks for the Memories Quotes Showing of When we learn what it is our soul needs to learn, the path presents itself. Sometimes we see the way out but wander further and deeper despite ourselves; the fear, the anger or the sadness preventing us returning. Sometimes we prefer to be lost and wandering, sometimes it's easier. Sometimes we find our own way out. But regardless, always, we are found. To the pursuit of I'm OK. Nothing spectacular but sometimes special. I look in the mirror and see this medium average person. A little tired, a little sad, but not falling apart. Ah,I found it. It was a thing called love. A small simple word. They all border one another, these opposites and show how quickly we can be altered. You hate now but look through this veil and see the possibility of love; you're sad now but look through to the other side and see happiness. Absolute composure to a complete mess - it happens so quickly, all in the blink of an eye. So closely knitted together. Such a thin line, a thread-like divide that in the midst of emotions, it trembles, Thanks for the Memories the Thanks for the Memories of exact opposites Of how love and war stand upon the very same foundations. How, in my darkest moments, my most fearful times, when faced, became my bravest. When feeling at your weakest you end up showing more strength, when at your lowest are suddenly lifted above higher than Thanks for the Memories ever been. They all border one another, the opposites, and how we can be altered. Despair can be altered by one simple smile offered by a stranger; confidence can become fear by the arrival of one uneasy presence. How similar emotions are. Everything grows. Including love. And with that growing everyday how can you expect missing her to ever fade away? Everything builds, including our ability to cope with it. That's how we keep going. Running through the days without noticing the minutes. Thanks for the Memories trying to do everything now, now, now. Hold up the people behind you for all you care, feel them kicking at your heels but maintain your pace. Don't let anybody dictate your speed. You take your time. You breathe slowly. You open your eyes a little wider and look at everything. Take it all in. Rehash stories of old, remember people, times, and occasions gone by. Allow everything you see to remind you of something. Talk about those things. Slow down. For life is made of Thanks for the Memories. I like to think the best ones of all are in my mind, that they run through my blood in their own memory bank for no one else but me to see. My only personal space to think and dream, to cry and laugh and wait until Thanks for the Memories became old enough to do all the things I wasn't allowed to do. She is apologetic for everything, as always, constantly saying sorry to the world, as though as her very presence offends. They are not hidden under rocks or camouflaged among trees. Answers are right there, in front of our eyes. But if you haven't cause to look, then of course you will probably never find them. My father's advice when I couldn't sleep as a little girl. He wouldn't want me to do that now but I've set my mind to the task regardless. I'm staring beyond my closed eyelids. Thanks for the Memories I lie still on the ground, Thanks for the Memories feel perched at the highest point I could possibly be; clutching at a star in the night sky with my legs dangling above cold black nothingness. I take one last look at my fingers wrapped around the light and let go. Down I go, falling, then floating, and, falling again, I wait for the land of my life. I know now, as I knew as that little girl fighting sleep, that behind her gauzed screen of shut-eye, lies colour. It taunts me, dares me to open my eyes and lose sleep. Flashes of red and amber, yellow and white speckle my darkness. I refuse to open them. I rebel and I squeeze my eyelids together tighter to block out the grains of light, mere distractions that keep us awake but Thanks for the Memories sign Thanks for the Memories there's life beyond. But there's no life in me. None that I can feel, from where I lie at the bottom of the staircase. My heart beats quicker now, Thanks for the Memories lone fighter left standing in the ring, a red boxing glove pumping victoriously into the air, refusing to give up. It's the only part of me that cares, the only part that ever cared. It fights to pump the blood around to heal, to replace what I'm losing. But it's all leaving my body as quickly as it's sent; forming a deep black ocean of its own around me where I've fallen. Rushing, rushing, rushing. We are always rushing. Never have enough time here, always trying to Thanks for the Memories our way there. Need to have left here five minutes ago, need to be there now. The phone rings again and I acknowledge Thanks for the Memories irony. I could have taken my time and answered it now. Now, not then. I could Thanks for the Memories taken all the time in the world on each of Thanks for the Memories steps. But we're always rushing. All, but my heart. That slows now. I don't mind so much. I place my hand on my belly. If my child is gone, and I suspect this is so, I'll join it there. It; a heartless word. He or she so young; who it was to become, still a question. But there, I will mother it. There, not here. I'll tell it; I'm sorry, sweetheart, I'm sorry I ruined your chances - our chances of a life together. But close your eyes and stare into the darkness now, like Mummy is doing, and we'll find our way together. There's a noise in the room and I feel a presence. Can you hear me, love? BOB HOPE - THANKS FOR THE MEMORY LYRICS In the film, Ross and Hope's characters are a divorced couple who encounter each other aboard a ship. Near the film's end, they poignantly sing one of the many versions of this song, recalling the ups and downs of their relationship then they decide to get back together. The song won the Academy Award for Best Original Song[1] and became Hope's signature tunewith many different lyrics adapted to any situation. In Thanks for the Memories, it finished No. The song is often regarded as a companion piece to " Two Sleepy People ", written in September by Hoagy Carmichael with lyrics by Frank Loesseralso performed by Bob Hope and Shirley Ross in the movie Thanks for the Memory which appeared intaking its title from the success of the song. From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia. This Thanks for the Memories is about the song from The Big Broadcast of For other uses, see Thanks for the Memory disambiguation. This article needs additional citations for verification. Please help Thanks for the Memories this article by adding citations to reliable sources. Unsourced Thanks for the Memories may be challenged and removed. London: Guinness World Records. Music of the Great Depression. Retrieved 10 November Bob Hope. Academy Award for Best Original Song. Sherman and Robert B. Hidden categories: Articles needing additional references from November All articles needing additional references. Namespaces Article Talk. Views Read Edit View history. Help Learn to edit Community portal Recent changes Upload file. Download as PDF Printable version. Traditional pop. Leo Robin and Ralph Rainger. Thanks for the Memories Quotes by Cecelia Ahern Thanks for the memory Of things I can't forget Journeys on a jet Our wond'rous week in martinique And vegas and roulette How Thanks for the Memories I was. And thanks for the memory Of summers by Thanks for the Memories sea Dawn in waikiki We had a pad in london But we didn't stop for tea How cozy it Thanks for the Memories. Now since our breakup I wake up Alone on a gray morning-after I long for the sound of your laughter And then I see the laugh's on me. But thanks for the memory Of every touch a thrill I've been through the mill I've lived a lot and learned a lot You loved me not and still I miss you so much. Thanks for the memory Of how we used to jog Even in a fog That barbecue in malibu Away from all the smog How rainy it was. Thanks for the memory Of letters I destroyed Books that we enjoyed Tonight the way things look I need a book by sigmund freud How brainy he was.