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...

Recuerdo que mucha gente pensó que todos los que dejasen de dormir venderían su cama. No pasó; la cama aún tenía muchas funciones en la vida de esa gente: amar, tener sexo, descansar con los...

Sometimes, for a moment, everything is just as you need it to be. The memories of such moments live in the heart, waiting for the time you need to think of them, if only to...

Fantasies… who needs fantasies? I have memories.

Most uncomfortable situations brings at times most precious memories….

Use our memories as an asset not as a liability. Don’t let it be our inner curse but share them as a rare gift.

The fear of not being remembered is a dangerous thing.

Who can ever affirm, or deny that the houses which have sheltered us as children, or as adults, and our predecessors too, do not have embedded in their walls, one with the dust and cobwebs,...

You were the hardest year of my life and I’ve never been so happy. What does that say about me?

I want to take all our best moments, put them in a jar, and take them out like cookies and savor each one of them forever.

…The human mind is a complicated place…We hold on to things, images, words, ideas, histories that we don’t even know we’re holding on to.

That’s the beautiful thing about innocence; even monsters have a pocketful of childhood memories with which to seek comfort with.

Withdraw, like a turtle, into a hard yet harmless shell, ornamented with beautiful memories of the past.from the book ‘I Know Who You Are!

People say that time slips through our fingers like sand. What they don’t acknowledge is that some of the sand sticks to the skin. These are the memories that will remain, memories of the time...

We’re so caught up in our everyday lives that events of the past, like ancient stars that have burned out, are no longer in orbit around our minds. There are just too many things we...

There were so many of us who would have to live with things done and things left undone that day. Things that did not go right, things that seemed OK at the time because we...

In truth a family is what you make it. It is made strong, not by number of heads counted at the dinner table, but by the rituals you help family members create, by the memories...

Resting on the roots of this old oak I lean back against his knotted trunk, shine my granny smith on my sleeve And ponder the days…

unkindness �of ravens”?

But that’s how memory works,” Bitterblue said quietly. “Things disappear without your permission, they come back again without your permission.” And sometimes they come back incomplete or warped

They Served…reliving memoriesthat will not diegiving their allfor you and I -friends takenlives shaken…

He will miss this quiet full of noise: the nighthawks, the way the woods breathe, the things moving unsuspected through the dark. But he will take with him the canisters full of blasted images and...

It’s what we’re all trying to do, right? Remember a time that was better. Re-create a moment of that memory as we let the crisp Coke bubble down our throats. Riding bikes on a summer...

I don’t believe in the white spectre-type of ghosts you get in stories, but what if ghosts are something else? Like memories somehow caught and trapped in time, released by being in certain places where...

Like I said at the time, I was disappointed in the timing of it. It’s all good memories for me. I had so many good memories in this building.

Because sometimes I live in a hurricane of wordsand not one of them can save me.

I think the only answer is to live life to the fullest while you can and collect memories like fools collect money. Because in the end, that’s all you have – happy memories.

Even post true death memories carried on the waves of universal energy will defy the faux perception of finality.

In eight years, there were a lot of memories in this gym. I called a timeout at the end of the game, once I knew we were going to win just to thank my team....

Cuddle with your children. Don’t just read – talk about the pictures too. Give emphasis to your words and make them come alive!Make it fun and enjoyable.

I am filled time and againwith a heart-aching wonder when I thinkof the fireand frost of memoriesof the everlastingnessof lovethe solace of familyand the power of prayer.

Ever poised on that cusp between past and future, we tie memories to souvenirs like string to trees along life’s path, marking the trail in case we lose ourselves around a bend of tomorrow’s road.

Never would I have a more memorable time than the month I spent in the mountains, though I wonder, when I say this, if it appears so only because it is our nature to make...

Oft in the stilly night,Ere Slumber’s chain has bound me,Fond memory brings the lightOf other days around me; The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood years,The words of love then spoken; The eyes that shown Now...

Halt,” he calls.But Werner has crossed the edge of the field, where he steps on a trigger land mine set there by his own army three months before, and disappears in a fountain of earth.

It’s an old guitar; it’s kind of beat up, but there are just so many memories in it.

One minute you are here and the next moment you are some place else, some time a long ago. That is the thing about your mind. Memories. Everything still exists in the folds of your...

There are memories that time does not erase… Forever does not make loss forgettable, only bearable.

In the dark, dank world of the Tunnels, I would call upon this memory. And there would be a flicker of candlelight. If only for a moment. I closed my eyes, as if my eyelids...

Pain is usually all on the surface, but this terror is internal; not just a hurt, but a new language of feeling.

Photos’re better than nothing, but things’re better than photos ’cause the things themselves were part of what was there.

Before the details of the collision start to fade in any human beings’ mind with time, we want to see if we can capture their memories while they are still fresh, and get their understanding...

Every time I see my cat licking its asshole I think about my ex wife. But that’s how nostalgia works, right? We only remember the best of the available memories.

Do you remember how you felt at seventeen? I do and I don’t (…) Imagine you came from outer space and someone showed you a butterfly and a caterpillar. Would you ever put the two...

My main memories of my father are of his illness.

He got up slowly, not bothering to curse himself for forgetting the stop where he had to disembark. He was not used to leaving things behind; he wondered how the bus stop escaped.

We all leave behind bits of loose thread. Old operations, old enemies. They pull at you, like memories of old lovers.