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....

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

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

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...

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...

Today can be better than the worse of yesterdays, but tomorrow can never replace the best of yesterdays.

Your past is like a bag of bricks; set it down and walk away. Quit collecting every painful word, memory and mistake. Collect hope.

Forgotten hero was never the real hero, real hero can not be forgotten.

One day all the memories die , Be patient …

Love is hard to find, hard to keep, and hard to forget.

I have always hated lies; my own and everyone else’s.

Think of two people, living together day after day, year after year, in this small space, standing elbow to elbow cooking at the same small stove, squeezing past each other on the narrow stairs, shaving...

You can order yourself to treasure a moment, to cling tight to a feeling and never let it fade, but it’s your brain, that three-pound lump of hamburger, that makes the final call.

Everyone has a given a chance to live life to the fullest, every moment and memories you make is your choice.

Friends are like ants, they walk into your life unnoticed and take over your life as if its like their own. But unlike ants they leave behind million smiles, uncountable memories.

When I put my hands on your body on your flesh I feel the history of that body. Not just the beginning of its forming in that distant lake but all the way beyond its...

She quickly realized she had an affinity for the older books and their muted scents of past dinners and foreign countries, the tea and chocolate stains coloring the phrases. You could never be certain what...

If this continues, if this goes on, then when I die, your memories of me will be my greatest accomplishment. You memories will be my most lasting impressions.

It frightens me that I can’t do anything sensible about it.””Are you scared that you’ll wind up with a boring job where you have to see the same people every day and drink instant coffee?””I’m...

He smiled his shy smile at her as he went into the yard. Anne took the memory of it with her when she went to her room that night and sat for a long while...

Feelings are memories. Memories are also feelings.

Once-upon-a-time we buried the memories we didn’t want.

Memories are the only thing tie us to the past

I like the memories because they remind meI haven’t always beenthis girl,constantly mad or scaredor confused.

A good fragrance is really a powerful cocktail of memories and emotion.

Memories hold you back; their weight crushes your spirit.

that makes it damn nearly impossible for me to say anything. I’ve lost the knack of making sense. I speak gibberish to the civilized world, and it replies in kind.

My prolonged study of these photographs led me to appreciate the importance of perserving certain moments for prosperity , and as time moved forwards I also came to see what a powerful influence these framed...

Familiar like a forgotten song from long ago that takes you back to a moment the second you hear it. And you recognize who you were. Then. And now. And you have to figure out...

Every man has two lives: The first one is the one we are living now and the second one is our memories! Memories are our invisible lives. But you must know that it is your...

It is possible to construct a history which is logically consistent. It cannot be said to be true; simply that it can be sustained without contradiction. Under a given set of experimental conditions, a finite...

However much they may smile at her, the old inhabitants would miss Tillie. Her stories give them something to talk about and to conjecture about, cut off as they are from the restless currents of...

People always talk about how hard it can be to remember things – where they left their keys, or the name of an acquaintance – but no one ever talks about how much effort we...

The things we do outlast our mortality. The things we do are like monuments that people build to honor heroes after they’ve died. They’re like the pyramids that the Egyptians built to honor the pharaohs....

There are two games that really stand out to me as memories from the West Gym and that upset win over Iowa State was one. The fire marshall was a little upset with us that...

You have a manure pile of memories. Nothing you can do about that. Now, you can drown in the stink, or turn it into compost and grow a garden.

Let us not burthen our remembrance withA heaviness that’s gone.

But I wasn’t creeping.

My chest tightens: seeing him so upset breaks my own heart. ‘Don’t you ever wish you could make that bit go away?” I say, feeling angry at the past. ‘That you could erase those painful...

Tell the story, gather the events, repeat them. Pattern is a matter of upkeep. Otherwise the weave relaxes back to threads picked up by birds to make their nests. Repeat, or the story will fall...

I know in my life there have been breaches, but I also know that I am very good at blocking out the memories that serve me no purpose.

Remember that you own what happened to you. If your childhood was less than ideal, you may have been raised thinking that if you told the truth about what really went on in your family,...

People have told me, ‘My dad passed on, but I have great memories of watching your shows with him.’ It doesn’t get any better than that.

Memories shrink. Like a soap bar used over and over, they become deformed, weaker scented, too slight and slippery to hold.

I slipped on a turtleneck, laughing when my head became stuck in the turtle part. If they weren’t called turtlenecks, I wouldn’t have worn them.