Keepsake Boxes Quotes

Putting a body in a box as a keepsake for mortals to cling to long after everything that was that person is gone - it turns my stomach. Graveyards are for the living, not the dead.

Is it good or bad that the defining items of his life can fit into one small box?

Mems were something akin to shells, keepsake boxes housing memories sometimes precious but often despised.

Upstairs, in the cupboard, he had a box of things he had saved as a boy and a young man. He hadn't looked into it in twenty years or more. Nothing fancy or valuable, but things that had meant something to him at one time. He found it, and found the key, and carried it downstairs without opening it.

What can a photograph mean? It seems to me, now, that it’s not so much the image itself as the fact that it was kept. In my own bedroom closet are three large boxes I labeled—late one night, in a dark mood—PLUTONIUM. They are filled with my own keepsakes and very heavy, decades of living distilled down to a few potent sentiments: tenderness, longing, regret.

hungry,” he’d warned. I reached over, slipped Henry’s gift into my tin box of keepsakes on the night table. “I’m not good an’ hungry yet.” I blew out the candle and said a prayer for Pa’s safety, then Henry, and

Looking very pleased, she said, “Yes, I did! I sent all my keepsakes to my mother’s place.” I could hardly believe my ears. She had used the “send it to my parents” method of tidying. When I first started this business, I actually thought that being able to send things “home” was the privilege of people who came from large houses in the country. The majority of my clients were single women or young mothers living in Tokyo. If they asked permission to send things to their parents’ house, I said, “Sure. As long as you do it right away.” I never thought anything of this until my clientele expanded to homes in rural towns. When I learned the true state of parents’ houses, I was forced to retract my rash words. Now I realize that people who have a convenient place to send things, such as a parents’ house, are actually quite unfortunate. Even if the house is large with rooms to spare, it is not some infinitely expanding fourth dimension. People never retrieve the boxes they send “home.” Once sent, they will never again be opened.

So what does the symbol on this mean?” she asked, returning her hand to the keepsake box. Zevris touched a fingertip to the lid, tracing the carving. His finger lightly brushed hers. “It means something like…dear or treasured.” Tabitha gifted him with that smile he was coming to adore so much. “What’s the word in your language?” “Nyka.” Her brow creased, and she tilted her head. “That sounds pretty close to what you’ve been calling me.” Zevris chuckled, once again running his finger along hers. “Nykasha. It means beloved one.

The only time we’re allowed to open this box before our twenty-fifth wedding anniversary is if it’s an emergency.’ ‘What kind of emergency? Like…death?’ He shakes his head. ‘No a relationship emergency. Like…divorce.’ ‘Divorce?’ I hate that word. ‘Seriously?’ ‘I don’t see us needing to open his box for any other reason than to celebrate our longevity, Quinn. But, if one of us ever decides we want a divorce - if we’ve reached the point where we think that’s the only answer - we have to promise not to go through with it until we open this box and read these letters. Maybe reminding each other of how we felt when we closed the box will help change our minds if we ever need to open it early.’ ‘So this box isn’t just a keepsake. It’s also a marriage survival kit?’ Graham shrugs. ‘You could say that. But we have nothing to worry about. I’m confident we won’t need to open this box for another twenty-five years.

In the US, every generation of kids claimed a similar bauble, popular for a month or two in middle school. You gave your friend one half and kept the other. If you were sentimental, you hung on to yours into adulthood, and it ended up in some keepsake box full of valentines and ticket stubs that your kids had to throw out when you died.

Tea – the one joy that can be purchased by the box.