Fantasies… who needs fantasies? I have memories.

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...

He’s got things to do, places to be, realities to believe in. He can feel the phone he’s been told to keep switched off in this communication-free zone vibrating in his pocket and he thanks...

The most beautiful moments always seemed to accelerate and slip beyond one’s grasp just when you want to hold onto them for as long as possible.

The ground was silvery, as if some stars had fallen there.

They’re all true. They all could have happened.

Of all that I have possessed in my life, my memories are the only things remaining to me. Indeed, I believe that memories are the only real treasure any human can hope to hold always.

He had to deal all at once with the packed regrets and stifled memories of an inarticulate lifetime

There are photographs of people you don’t recognize and photographs of you in ways you don’t wish to be remembered, but they each contain elements of places or times you do not wish to forget.

Most things are forgotten over time. Even the war itself, the life-and-death struggle people went through is now like something from the distant past. We’re so caught up in our everyday lives that events of...

Sit back and enjoy. And remember: Always be careful what you say around your kids.

The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there.

Careful with what you know and what you experience. Sometimes, closed mouth with memories is better than opened mouth with stories.

When you discover that you are going to have a child, it stirs up memories of your own childhood.

It’s a cruel, ironical art, photography. The dragging of captured moments into the future; moments that should have been allowed to evaporate with the past, should exist only in memories glimpsed through the fog of...

We walked into the arena together with him reaching out his arm and wrapping it around my waist. He pulled me into him, smelling the aroma around him. The scent was familiar like I was...

I don’t write to chase away my demons ~I wield my pen as a weapon…calling those bastards to war!

The memories that really matter don’t live in the mind.

Yet as the days went by and the pains in my feet subsided, I began to look back on my little adventure with a hint of fondness. When it comes to memories, it seems we...

As time passes, memories may fade, witnesses may die or otherwise become available, and the truth may be harder to ascertain reliably, … In addition, many of the defendants are individuals who are potentially personally...

A memory made alone abides in isolation; such is love that is never shared. Fill your life with shared memories and love, and in the end you will have lived.

Our relationship could now thrive only in my head, and to discuss it with a mother intent—admittedly in my own best interest—on challenging it with reality might do it irreparable harm.

I fought for you, I fought for usI fought for the memories and the laughter that came upon us,Now here we are, we have become unknown people to each other,Worlds apart in an instant, for...

My painful memories sift through me like sand through stretched fingers. Only small pieces cling and stay around for me to keep, the rest just disappear. I know not where and I don’t

Bad memories were hard enough, but it was torture to be haunted by the good.

Cara terbaik menghadapi masa lalu adalah dengan dihadapi. Berdiri gagah. Mulailah dengan damai menerima masa lalumu. Buat apa dilawan? Dilupakan? Itu sudah menjadi bagian dari hidup kita. Peluk semua kisah itu. Berikan dia tempat terbaik...

If I’m not around I hope you’ll remember me and together we will hold on to our favorite song.

Where is the good memories ? Where is Love ?

Each time you look at [the ring], it brings back some special memories.

Memories are powerful that way. They can bring a person back to another place and time and make them laugh or cry all over again.

We don’t have any bad memories of the people of the United States.

The biggest mistake I made is the one that most of us make while doing this. I did not live in the moment enough. This is particularly clear now that the moment is gone, captured...

Even if she be not harmed, her heart may fail her in so much and so many horrors; and hereafter she may suffer–both in waking, from her nerves, and in sleep, from her dreams.

I want to remember warming your two a.m. bottle, clipping your locks, watching you be baptized, bathing you in the big porcelain sink… how I often laid you against my chest and felt the cradlesong...

I take you and pile high the memories. Death will break her claws on some I keep.

I’d love to know how Dad saw me when I was 6. I’d love to know a hundred things. When a parent dies, a filing cabinet full of all the fascinating stuff also ceases to...

[M]any people believe that memory works like a recording device. You just record the information, then you call it up and play it back when you want to answer questions or identify images. But decades...

Saffy could tell by the feel of the darkness that Caddy was awake. She said, “Caddy, how far back can you remember?””Oh,” said Caddy, “ages. I can remember when I could only lie flat. On...

Judging by the photograph it seemed like I hadn’t been there at all. As if it was my camera that had been on holiday, and not me.

One day, I will look up and all the people I know will be dead or abroad.

It was like watching a movie being played on the blank screen of his mind; the only difference was that he did not get bored, no matter how many times he watched it.

A miracle is never perfect when it happens, there are always little disappointments. But once it’s gone for good and nothing can change it, memory could make it perfect and then it would never change....

In Paris, strolling arm in arm with a casual sweetheart through a late autumn, it seemed impossible to imagine a purer happiness than those golden afternoons, with the woody odor of chestnuts on the braziers,...

But the memories that hang heaviest are the easiest to recall. They hold in their creases the ability to change one’s life, organically, forever. Even when you shake them out, they’ve left permanent wrinkles in...

Never forget,Each day that we have together is a precious gift.In the web of daily living, we are creating character.Let’s take the time to create memories, listen and observe.Time flees, and it does not return.If...