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.

Yesterday I smiled, tomorrow never came and today is what I’m living.

He lives vividly in her recollections, however, and his memory is etched on her soul.

It’s important to keep the memories of all these people who died alive.

….because people die but their memories not.

Sometimes you hide away a memory because it is so precious that you don’t want to dilute it with the attempt to recount it.

Memories are strange things. Without being something I can hold in my hand, they wield a beguiling power over me. Like a mirage in the noontime heat of summer they dance before my inner eyes...

Moments give birth to new memories

We humans are different–our brains are built not to fix memories in stone but rather to transform them. Our recollections change in their retelling.

Its really hard to recall the day you became friends with special people.

Maybe that’s why the good Lord gave us these vivid memory capabilities. When stress hits, we can just close our eyes, lean back and relax, and enjoy a game of Tidly-Winks, the sound of a...

My brother distrusts the essential truth of memories; I distrust the way we colour them in. We each have our own cheap-mail-order paintbox, and our favourite hues. Thus, I remembered Grandma a few pages ago...

Yes, memories do haunt. Memories of a happy past, in the expectation of a bleak future, in a sad present. – Anita

I’m chasing a decade old ghost. Searching beneath the rafters of a cobweb-filled haven lined with old memories which my brain cannot accept are dead. The light of nostalgia is burning bright inside my heart....

Memories establish the past;Senses perceive the present;Imaginations shape the future.

Moving on should be a required high school classbecause Lynchburg is determined to make me forget.

My memories of events and games are fragmented.

Clouds come into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add colour to my sunset sky.

My car is full of random stains.

It’s just this: that there are places we all come from-deep-rooty-common places- that makes us who we are. And we disdain them or treat them lightly at our peril. We turn our backs on them...

Memories are like Diamonds. They are precious and and wonderful things. Cherish each one.

Kau, berbahagialah. Jangan menengok kembali kenangan kau-aku itu. Itu bukan lagi tentang kita. Itu hanyalah tentang kau-aku. Kau bisa melihat perbedaannya, bukan?

It is said that when a person is experiencing death, and when shards of life begins to disintegrate from his mortal body, he starts getting a flashback of his entire life right in front of...

Without realizing that the past is constantly determining their present actions, they avoid learning anything about their history. They continue to live in their repressed childhood situation, ignoring the fact that is no longer exists,...

And then you leave the memories behind.When you look at the pictures It seems like it was always fun. But you know thatin that photos everyone was actually broken deep down inside. Wounded. Bleeding. Crying...

Will. For a moment her heart hesitated. She remembered when Will had died, her agony, the long nights alone, reaching across the bed every morning when she woke up, for years expecting to find him...

Tại sao? Tại sao khi nhìn lại quá khứ thì những gì đẹp đẽ của chúng ta lại rạn nứt bởi sự thật xấu xa tiềm ẩn trong đó? Tại sao hồi ức về những...

Isn’t she just Little Miss Sweetness and Light?” – and it was a statement that put him off proposing. It made him seriously reassess his options. He didn’t want to be with someone others saw...

Sometimes memories follow you wherever you go-you don’t need to take them with you.

Thoughtful for Winter’s future sorrow,Its gloom and scarcity;Prescient to-day, of want to-morrow,Toiled quiet Memory.’Tis she that from each transient pleasureExtracts a lasting good;’Tis she that finds, in summer, treasureTo serve for winter’s food.And when Youth’s...

To remember is to disengage from the present.

I hate my body Hate what it remembers. Hate what it let him do.

Memories are either the greatest poetry, when they are memories of a vital happiness, or a burning pain, when they touch dried wounds.p. 479

She didn’t want to forget how deeply she had loved him, how important it had been to her; she felt as if to discard the memory would be a betrayal of her younger self.

Aching familiar in a way that made me wish I was still eight. Eight was before death or divorce or heartbreak. Eight was just eight. Hot dogs and peanut butter, mosquito bites and splinters, bikes...

You can hide memories, suppress them, but you can’t erase the history that produced them

In our lives are special moments that live as their own, the rest is movement with the passage of time.

But she knew that no matter what beauty lay behind, it must remain there. No one could go forward with a load of aching memories.

We want our children to have a childhood that’s magical and enriched, but I’ll bet that your best childhood memories involve something you were thrilled to do by yourself. These are childhood’s magic words: “I...

He paused again as a tear of longing rolled from cheek to lip with the sweet-salty taste of an old memory.

The information. Every bit that of information that was ever in your brain. But the information is not the mind Jenna. That we’ve never accomplished before. What we’ve done with you is groundbreaking. We cracked...

You are not a ghost.’ I was sure of that. Wherever the dreams came from, they were not really her.’Of course I am.’ Amy shook her head. ‘That is all memories are. Ghosts and demons...

Memories are of the ethereal, and not the material world, that is how I know I am forever.

Yes, and our sister’s sons are candid now about a creepy business which used to worry them a lot: They cannot find their mother or their father in their memories anywhere – not anywhere. The...

Time had not faded my memories (as I had prayed to God it might), nor had it healed my wounds as it is said always to do. I began each day with the hope that...

Images flicker, each one bringing its own sorrow or its own smile. Sometimes both. At the very worst, an impenetrable and sightless black and at best, a happiness so bright that it hurts the eyes...

I take a picture, but it’s not about who is in the picture or the background of it. It’s about the memories and meanings it holds.

These are the quicksilver moments of my childhood I cannot remember entirely. Irresistible and emblematic, I can recall them only in fragments and shivers of the heart.