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.

Memories are bullets. Some whiz by and only spook you. Others tear you open and leave you in pieces.

Her tears still lay, unattended, on my bosom…I wouldn’t wipe them, for she might stop paying me visits.

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....

Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.From an Irish headstone

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...

I want to fill my mind with life-enhancing, positive, beautiful memories. The dark experiences can remain buried without a funeral.

The whole fairground with all its memories would soon be smashed into the dust.

If you can remember me, I will be with you Today, Tomorrow and always.

Listen to the people who love you. Believe that they are worth living for even when you don’t believe it. Seek out the memories depression takes away and project them into the future. Be brave;...

Never lose this, Harmony. It is a symbol of the beginning. The power that still lingers inside it will help you, but even as it fades, the memory of everything until now will carry you...

Esta es una buena imagen suya que nos quedó muy grabada en la memoria: la imagen de alguien que nunca le tuvo miedo a la vida, y es por eso que le sacó tanto provecho;...

Let’s create a new memory,where our futures will fall back for strength

You know, memories. They’re all I’ve got.

To his inner ear, the cardinal speaks. He says, I saw you, Crumb, when you were at Elvetham: scratching your balls in the dawn and wondering at the violence of the king’s whims. If he...

When something horrible happens, your brain doesn’t process the memories right. It stores everything– sounds, pain, smells, feelings– all mixed up. It doesn’t matter if you believed it or it made sense; it gets stored.

I don’t want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again.

Night is when the whispers of the past become the echoes of the present.

How many times have I gone back to the border of memory and peered into the darkness beyond? But it is not only memories that hover on the border. There are all sorts of phantasmagoria...

Old folks live on memory, young folk live on hope.

People leave traces of themselves where they feel most comfortable, most worthwhile.

The town was paper, but the memories were not.

I’ll tell you this much. Men think memories are like murals or statues or truth or whatever happened, never changes none. But that ain’t so. They can capture the untruth of something, just as easy....

Whether beautiful or terrible, the past is always a ruin.

I see pieces of memories in his eyes. Pieces of us. They are broken, and scattered, but they are there, gradually coming together again at the sight of me.

You spoke to her, in hidden dreams…and smiled at her through open doors. She felt your secret love surround her at times. And while alone she felt your breath, heartbeat and more… Serenity of hers...

When it comes to memories, the good and the bad never balance.

By jogging memories as well as creating wonderful moments by having them performed on this year’s Emmy show, we think we’re giving viewers one more reason to tune in and be entertained. I think we’ve...

In the shop, breathing the scent of dusty grease and oil; in the old house, staring into the living room where Dad and Jake used to take naps together on the couch; in the sheep...

Concepts of memory tend to reflect the technology of the times. Plato and Aristotle saw memories as thoughts inscribed on wax tablets that could be erased easily and used again. These days, we tend to...

…everyone wants to be excited by something magical and wondrous – to be reminded of how they once saw the world …

The worst memories stick with us, while the nice ones always seem to slip through our fingers.

There are moments when I wish I could roll back the clock and take all the sadness away, but I have the feeling that if I did, the joy would be gone as well.

Music is powerful; it transforms emotions and experiences into something tangible. Every time you hear a familiar song, the feelings from it bubble to the surface, bringing back memories you might have otherwise forgotten.

Everybody needs his memories. They keep the wolf of insignificance from the door.

I would think of certain winter nights when he wedged himself between Nona and me in bed, a furtive warmth embedded in his skin already tinctured with virginal earth and milk and possibility, or how...

when I finally begin to driftinto sleepyour memory is the…firstand the moonlightthe last, to kiss my face.

I have been so very, very fortunate in my life. I’ve met or been in contact with several of my childhood heroes. I’ve interacted with people all over this planet, and even though I couldn’t...

Sometimes the bridges you burn light the way out of your darkness, but the memory of the blaze will be burned into your heart and mind forever.

So, we skipped Annabel, and discussed condoms. I said I liked the orange ones, and we ended our talk in laughter.

A sleep of night may fix your bones but to fix your soul you need to sleep a little longer ,maybe forever❤

My memories are like a shuffled deck of cards, each one coming up at random.

It’s the team that finishes the grind that has the special memories.

Tessa had lain down beside him and slid her arm beneath his head, and put her head on his chest,listening to the ever-weakening beat of his heart. And in the shadows they’d whispered, reminding each...

Us reaching the moon convinced Gorbachev and other leaders that the Soviet Union couldn’t compete with the U.S., so they revised their agenda. But people have short memories.