Huw Morgan: There is no fence nor hedge around time that is gone. You can go back and have what you like of it, if you can remember. So I can close my eyes on my valley as it is today, and it is gone, and I see it as it was when I was a boy. Green it was, and possessed of the plenty of the Earth. In all Wales, there was none so beautiful. Everything I ever learned as a small boy came from my father and I never found anything he ever told me to be wrong or worthless. The simple lessons he taught me are as sharp and clear in my mind as if I had heard them only yesterday. In those days, the black slag, the waste of the coal pits, had only begun to cover the sides of our hill. Not yet enough to mar the countryside, nor blacken the beauty of our village, for the colliery had only begun to poke its skinny black fingers through the green.
How Green Was My Valley
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Milly Stephenson: What do you think of the children? Al Stephenson: Children? I don't recognize 'em. They've grown so old. Milly Stephenson: I tried to stop them, to keep them just as they were when you left, but they got away from me.
The Best Years of Our Lives
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Willie: I was happy in Shanghai! I had a little house and a garden! My friends were rich, we went to parties all the time in limousines! I hate being outside!
Oscar Madison: Look instead of complaining, why don't you look around for a telephone. Felix Ungar: What the hell makes you think there'd be a telephone anywhere out here? This is probably where they test those nuclear bombs. Oscar Madison: Well they would have to call somebody to find out if they went off wouldn't they?
Ralphie as Adult: [narrating] Oh, life is like that. Sometimes, at the height of our revelries, when our joy is at it's zenith, when all is most right with the world, the most unthinkable disasters decend upon us.
A Christmas Story
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Katrin Hanson: [reading the novel that she's just finished] "For long as I could remember, the house on the Larkin Street Hill had been home. Papa and Mama had both born in Norway but they came to San Francisco because Mama's sisters were here, all of us were born here. Nels, the oldest and the only boy, my sister Christine and the littlest sister Dagmar but first and foremost I remember Mama".
I Remember Mama
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