Souls and memories can do strange things during trance.

Memories are reality’s ghosts

He would roam about the world carrying his recollections with him, and perhaps some day he would come to forget them, for one can live only by forgetting; but when his grief should dissolve with...

O for those days when these tired metaphors were teenagers too, when it was still possible to recite ‘Daffodils’ and feel thrilled as you gazed at the golden laburnum in bloom. Recognising clichés is a...

The reality is life is a single-player game. You’re born alone. You’re going to die alone. All of your interpretations are alone. All your memories are alone. You’re gone in three generations and nobody cares....

Well, you could rejuvenate a man like a tree. Cut off bad memories of him, scrape off all pain, all disappointments, like dead tissue; cut off mistakes, stupid decisions, mistakes, x-ray thoughts. And that it...

Parched by the deprivation of your love for so long made me forget what a cup brimming with love, on my lips, felt like. Everything that now wets it, only wrinkles it with a bland...

Some memories are presents that I’m unable to unwrap over and over.

Not all things can be expressed through words, not all the words reflect the truth.

Don’t let the day go by without a handful of fun, for only those we’ll be memorable and even intensified through time

Heroes in fact die with one’s youth. They are pinned like butterflies to the setting board of early memories—the time when skies were always blue, the sun shone and the air was filled with the...

At first, I didn’t understand. Understanding came very slowly.

Remember me, even if it’s only in a corner and secretly. Don’t let me go.

‎Most of the times, we feel more enjoyment from just recalling good memories of the past rather from those moments we lived,not because we did not have a good time but because realization has come...

Only the wool of present will knit the sweater of memories that will keep you warm in the winter of your life.

For him, it appeared he could freezethe moment in a memory; only for it to slip through hishands like water.

Memories vanish when we want to remember, but fix themselves permanently in the mind when we want to forget.

Adán fell asleep to these stories and slept like the dead until the sun struck him in the eyes and the whole long, wonderful summer day started again with the smell of fresh tortillas, manchaca,...

We are our stories – dozens, hundreds, thousands of them – sprayed across our memories, embedded in our identity. Calling them up for others or for ourselves or for God, can enlighten, crush, amuse, trap,...

Still, though, I can’t be sure if the zoo as I recall it was really like that. How can I put it? I sometimes feel that it’s too vivid, if you know what I mean....

Don’t focus on her hiss. Remember her purr.

Memory Lane always seems to be under reconstruction.

The memories we’re fondest of are not always our own

Yes. I remember.”His voice had deepened. I remember. Mina did, too, every conversation they’d had over breakfast, and it made her heart ache. Such a strange thing… She suddenly couldn’t laugh anymore.

I have a lot of memories, but I don’t go into capitalizing on that. Something’s got to be my own. I’m not doing the record to sit here and broadcast my memories of my father.

Memory is the sense of loss, and loss pulls us after it.

I could wade into this river, let my sins drown to the bottom, let the waters carry me someplace far. Someplace with no ghosts, no memories, and no sins.

Sharing tales of those we’ve lost is how we keep from really losing them.

It’s a funny thing about names, how they become a part of someone.

Once fallen in true love, a person can’t really fall out of it, no matter what. How much ever you try to hate your better half, you’ll end up falling more instead. Some part of...

…we went to watch the waves that bitter day and the wind took your red cap and mittens – blew them into the sea…

Reflection is a good thing. It allows us to look back in time so we can connect the dots between specific memories to reveal the purpose and meaning behind synchronistic events.

Rich will be my life if I can keep my memories full and brimming, and record them on clear-eyed mornings while I set joyously to work setting pen to holy craft.

To have memories, happy or sorrowful, is a blessing, for it shows we have lived our lives without reservation.

The past is our ultimate privacy; we pile it up, year by year, decade by decade, it stows itself away, with its perverse random recall system.

Judge me if you want, but at the end of my life I choose to have memories not regrets.

Amidst the chaos of the cities, a part of you always yearns for the silence of the woods.

When the remembering was done, the forgetting could begin.

real life nightmares kills me as an old man trying to escape from bad guilty memories who basically lives in the present.

Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depths of some devine despairRise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn fields, And thinking of...

Healing doesn’t mean forgetting or making the memories insignificant. Healing means refocusing

There’s no way to eliminate the memories of the fantastic performance of Kenyon Martin. He is a role model as someone who works hard. We’re always going to use him as a role model. I...

I have great, fond memories of Canada. I feel that one day my bones will more than likely end up there.

Humans, not places, make memories.

In the dark, neglected gutter running the length of a nearby secluded side street lies a small, lifeless bird. This is the blackcap – the unaccustomed northern nightingale – a creature with a charcoal greyness...

It was only high school after all, definitely one of the most bizarre periods in a person’s life. How anyone can come through that time well adjusted on any level is an absolute miracle.

My mind has cleared a little; I’ve regained some instincts and associations, echoes of the Living world if not actual memories. Those I still have to steal.

Seeing your mother naked is not something you easily recover from. Seeing your mother naked and jumping from one side of a king-sized bed to the other with a nurse’s hat on while your father,...

Friends are the most important part of your life. Treasure the tears, treasure the laughter, but most importantly, treasure the memories.

The woods do that to you, they always look familiar, long lost, like the face of a long-dead relative, like an old dream, like a piece of forgotten song drifting across the water, most of...