It’s about quality, not quantity. It’s about the memories, the bond, the love. It’s about the heart.

Küçük şeyleri unutamayanlar, en geri hatıraları da unutamayanlardır. Hafızalarının bu bahtsız kuvveti karşısında hiçbir memleket, hiçbir vatan tutamadan her yeri, her şeyi severek öleceklerdir.

Because in the end, we die. It’s like Chekhov observed in so many of his plays: ‘in two hundred years, no one will even know we were here.

When you avoid going to bed early because you know that if you go, those memories will again make your pillow wet and your eyes swollen.

I was increasingly both horrified and sceptical about these memories – I had no recall of these things at all, though I couldn’t imagine why I’d want to make it all up either. It felt...

One hundred years of students have formative memories of Gilman Hall. What we’re trying to make sure of is that another hundred years of students have memories that are just as lasting.

How many ghosts might return to the promenade, haunted by the echoes of those promises, perhaps eager to catch a glimpse of what could have been? Would they laugh at the survivors shuffling about in...

A territory is only possessed for a moment in time.

Dwelling on the loneliness inherent in a city such as this when you dream of endless mountains and expanses of blue sky is a recipe for torment.

Desiree. It’s like falling in love every night and having your heart broken every morning… Having more memory is just a way of distorting a greater amount of the past.

Certain moments in my life are imprinted in me memory.They’re easy to recall with perfect clarity, whether I want to remember them or not. Any small thing can trigger them: a phrase, a smell, a...

The scent of your asshole smells like childhood memories. I mean it would, if I grew up in New Jersey.

I walked in the dark forest at night…I couldn’t see much further in the dark ,I heard the sound of the past, ..Memories Went back clear to me and Fear started hunting me, ..No Way...

And I never started to plow in my lifeThat some one did not stop in the roadAnd take me away to a dance or picnic. I ended up with forty acres; I ended up with...

To save the environment—and my childhood memories, I merged a gas station pump with a jukebox. Look, my car now runs on 80s music!

Your childhood,” said Yackle coaxingly, as if she could smell his thoughts. As if she could sniff out those passages he hadn’t chosen to retail at drink parties. Her words lulled him. The past, even...

The only reality is the now. Why live in the tomorrows and the yesterdays? Live now.

Have you really not noticed, then, that here of all places, in this private, personal solitude that surrounds me, I have turned to you? All the memories of my youth speak to me as I...

I am very proud of these guys and congratulate them on a terrific season with a lot of great memories.

To be taught what TRUE LOVE is …..also teaches you NEVER TO LOVE AGAIN …for true love comes once in a lifetime and last for all eternity ~DC~

I set my face toward the sun again, and I think about my old life—the one I feel as though I’ve abandoned somehow. It hurts to think of it that way. And even though I...

Memories fall like snowflakes upon my dreams. The snowflakes toss and tumble, each different and yet the same.

When the things you love exist only inside your memory they cannot be destroyed or taken from you.

He owned a whole world full of memories, of lovely moments relived and happy recollections. I’m not saying he was happy or that he didn’t suffer. He suffered very much, but he did not despair;...

Songs can be like photos – they hold a memory, a moment, and thoughts that keep you warm inside.

…it seemed to me that the entire world was like a palace with countless rooms whose doors opened into one another. We were able to pass from one room to the next only by exercising...

I and the girl in the picture have ceased to be the same person. I am her outcome, the result of the life she once lived headlong; whereas she, if she can be said to...

People of deserts cannot know the importance of forests; to know this, one must first have sweet memories spent in the forests!

In this world of memories, there’s no need for strangers.-Kenshin to Kaoru

You can spend a lifetime trying to erase memories. It doesn’t change the fact that they took place. Acceptance is the key.

Memories are killing. So you must not think of certain things, of those that are dear to you, or rather you must think of them, for if you don’t there is the danger of finding...

But it is somewhat true because, as a society, we have short memories and there are always new tragedies to capture our collective imagination.

Sometimes it’s your fragrance that comes to me, out of the blue, on a crowded road in a Sunday afternoon.But more often, it’s memories of us that cross my mind almost every lone evening.All I...

For the coaching staff, when we pulled in and saw the ballpark, man, memories just start.

The thing is, all memory is fiction. You have to remember that. Of course, there are things that actually, certifiably happened, things you can pinpoint the day, the hour, the minute. When you think about...

What you are is a freaking estrogen magnet.

The lonely, wistful revisionism of memories is as gratingly repetitive as snow and ice in Canada. I avoid them both at all costs – memories and Canada.

Let’s take a walk. You can show me some of your memories and I’ll show you some of mine.

Memories make you sentimental, experiences make you smart.

Magnus didn’t really want this kind of thing this early in the morning – this talk of aching memories and wanting to forget. This conversation needed to end, now.

The streets looked small, of course. The streets that we have only seen as children always do I believe when we go back to them

Even though I knew, deep down, what she was trying to do, I couldn’t hate her. Even when she hurt me, I forgave her.

You have ordinary moments and ordinary moments and more ordinary moments, and then, suddenly, there is something monumental right there. You have the past and future colliding in the present, your own personal Big Bang,...

A Hagrid, le confiaría mi vida-dijo Dumbledore.

Writing is turning one’s worst moments into money.

The girl I used to love is no longer a girl, and this saddens me more than our separation. It puts my own mortality vividly on display, in contrast to my eternally youthful memories.

Still, though no one is an island, most are peninsulas. Our lives wouldn’t make sense without personal memories pinned like butterflies against the velvet backdrop of social history.

I am starting to think that maybe memories are like this dessert. I eat it, and it becomes a part of me, whether I remember it later or not.

memories brings some past that dealt with the pain and yet we choose to embrace it as if we have a lot to gain.

We have to jog people’s memories to get them back in because they forget.