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...

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

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...

People have a tendency of filtering their memories – exaggerate the positives and downplay their weaknesses and faults. Self-preservation will be another obstacle you will have to surmount when it comes to suppressed memories.

Energetic cords are unconscious – often sentimental or compulsive – emotional ties to past and present relationships, pre-conditioned by our wounds. They are made of toxic emotions such fear, guilt, blame, hatred, obligation, grasping need...

Memories and emotions could be the greatest form of torture.

Memories are those endless treasures, which we can keep exploring till eternity and bask in their glory like a slow swinging hammock!

People have often told me that one of their strongest childhood memories is the scent of their grandmother’s house. I never knew my grandmothers, but I could always count of the Bookmobile.

Somewhere, beyond blackness, some tyrant host swaps breathing for airlessness to test me. I had no concept of myself, no link to the things I knew. It is hard to explain the lack of anything...

It does supplant the memories (of Katrina), assuming he does well.

The heart will stretch a short love into long memories.

Now that I have opened that bottle of memories they’re pouring out like wine, crimson and bittersweet.

My vocal chords fought to contain the memories that leaked out; I felt the weight off it all pressing down on me.

And because when all the words of promises and memories fade, these words that are written are the only one that remain. People may change and things may happen when we least expect it to...

Well, there’s a piece of Maria in every song that I sing. And the price of a memory is the memory of the sorrow it brings. And there is always one last light to turn...

How memories lie to us. How time coats the ordinary with gold. How it breaks the heart to go back and attempt to re-live them. How crushed we are when we discover that the gold...

Sit and quiet yourself. Luxuriate in a certain memory and the details will come. Let the images flow. You’ll be amazed at what will come out on paper. I’m still learning what it is about...

He considered razing the house and rebuilding, but he realized that houses are not haunted, and regardless of the architecture with which we surround ourselves,our ghosts stay with us until we ourselves are ghosts.

In a person’s lifetime there may be not more than half a dozen occasions that he can look back to in the certain knowledge that right then, at that moment, there was room for nothing...

It was hard when I knew I was about to be flooded with memories of a life I hadn’t lived yet. Really, two lives I hadn’t lived yet.

In art, either as creators or participators, we are helped to remember some of the glorious things we have forgotten, and some of the terrible things we were asked to endure…

Discussing it later, many of us felt we suffered a mental dislocation at that moment, which only grew worse through the course of the remaining deaths. The prevailing symptom of this state was an inability...

The hardest thing about the road not taken is that you never know where it might have led.

La vida son pasos. Y a cada paso que das, dejas algo atrás.

If my generation is remembered for anything, it will be as the last one that remembers the world before the Internet.

You know, sometimes it’s nice to just have someone to blame, even if it has to be yourself, even if it doesn’t make sense.

For a long time, she sat and saw.She had seen her brother die with one eye open, on still in a dream. She had said goodbye to her mother and imagined her lonely wait for...

…every time I look at you autumn leaves come in between – does it matter they’re the color of your hair – or they still fall in my memory?…

Bouncing on beds, I remember from childhood, is a great depression reliever.

She said that one day they would be very old, that the world would be a different place, but it would always be their world, and that the time apart now would be a nightmare...

Some songs are never just ordinary songs, they become the memories you collect in your life.

Memories are’t like words; they’re soft and gooey. Covered with a sticky slime, like a penis after sex, or your vagina when you menstruate, and shaped like tadpoles or tiny watersnakes

Our memories have voices, too. Often sad ones that clamor like raised arms in the dark.

I am suspended in the moment. Flickering images faded with age, frozen thoughts hovering precariously in dead space, a whirlwind of memories that slice through my soul.

The only real treasure is in your head. Memories are better than diamonds and nobody can steal them from you

Ghosts are not what I remember of my childhood; but somehow they infuse memories of myself as a child, the little girl in a storybook, with ghosts hovering around her.

My earliest memories of Gwyneth first singing is in bed when we would make up songs. The most I could do was harmonize, like, a third above, and at two years old, she’d be doing...

Why do I take a blade and slash my arms? Why do I drink myself into a stupor? Why do I swallow bottles of pills and end up in A&E having my stomach pumped? Am...

I’ll have a lot of good memories. We played the best in the U.S. There was an All-Star at every position. It gave me confidence that I can pitch at this level. I thought that...

No one deserves to rent your heart, especially those who hurt you. Your heart is precious and deserves to store your great memories!

The popular idea that a child forgets easily is not an accurate one. Many people go right through life in the grip of an idea which has been impressed on them in very tender years.

I used to love lulling, running water – a sound so infrequent in cityscapes. Its loss always made me feel lonely when I lived amongst concrete.