Saffy could tell by the feel of the darkness that Caddy was awake. She said, “Caddy, how far back can you remember?””Oh,” said Caddy, “ages. I can remember when I could only lie flat. On...

Judging by the photograph it seemed like I hadn’t been there at all. As if it was my camera that had been on holiday, and not me.

One day, I will look up and all the people I know will be dead or abroad.

It was like watching a movie being played on the blank screen of his mind; the only difference was that he did not get bored, no matter how many times he watched it.

A miracle is never perfect when it happens, there are always little disappointments. But once it’s gone for good and nothing can change it, memory could make it perfect and then it would never change....

In Paris, strolling arm in arm with a casual sweetheart through a late autumn, it seemed impossible to imagine a purer happiness than those golden afternoons, with the woody odor of chestnuts on the braziers,...

But the memories that hang heaviest are the easiest to recall. They hold in their creases the ability to change one’s life, organically, forever. Even when you shake them out, they’ve left permanent wrinkles in...

Never forget,Each day that we have together is a precious gift.In the web of daily living, we are creating character.Let’s take the time to create memories, listen and observe.Time flees, and it does not return.If...

Maybe memories should be left the way they are.

Our lives are the sum of our memories. How much are we willing to lose from our already short lives by … not paying attention?

When everything else crumbles to dust, all we have left are the memories. I thought of Ophelia, wandering the theater, mind half gone…Never shall I cut from memory my sweet love’s beauty.

When my husband died, people kept telling me not to cry. People kept trying to help me to forget. But I didn’t want to forget… So I realize, that if it’s hard for me, how...

For better or for worse, music is the language of memory. It is also the language of love.

I don’t fancy colors of the face, I’m always attracted to colors of the brain.

Have you ever listened to a song from a long time ago; from your past; a song that was filled with so many memories tied to it, that you felt it so deeply- that it...

You realize that you habitually thought of Mom when something in your life was not going well, because when you thought of her it was as though something got back on track, and you felt...

Coming to terms with incest is not easy. Learning to be a survivor, not a victim, gives new meaning to life

My earliest memories of rap music was mixed with my earliest memories of reggae music. They were big sounds around the way, heavy bass lines, strong messages, definitely.

At one point, she said after a while, at one point we thought we might raise silkworms in one of the empty rooms. But then we never did. Oh, for the countless things one fails...

Wishes are memories coming from our future!

What matters is at the end of life, when you’re about to pass into oblivion, that you’ve at least scratched ‘Kilroy was here,’ on the last wall of the universe.

The Christmas memories you make this year will be the ones you remember in the years to come.

•Memories are just a spark from the fire that you have in your heart from the love you have for the person you shared them with. A flash of warmth that comes with the knowledge...

A deceitful man will go as far as to trample all over a woman’s reputation and spirit, in order to prove to his ex-love that he was faithful. The irony, is he is still in...

Apakah harus kukumpulkan setiap kepingan kehilangan untukmu? Agar kau tahu. Kepergianmu menyimpan kepingan-kepingan kehilangan untukku, Petualang.

Whether we, admit it or not ,but forgiveness is one of the special attributes and qualities of our creator. we cannot forgive and forget anything, incident or matter ,even if we try hard , still...

Sometimes,” he sighed, “I think the things I remember are more real than the things I see.

I don’t want to break my memories with you.

Sometimes, it’s better to bunk a class and enjoy with friends, because now, when I look back, marks never make me laugh, but memories do.

Memories of that which we have lost are curious things – weeks, months, even years may pass without recollection of them and then, quite suddenly, something will remind us of a lost friend, or of...

It’s unpleasant magic, the kind that darkens the senses, the kind no one wants to experience, but once in a lifetime might not be able to avoid.

Now he knew that any memories he might cherish during the last years of his life would be only fictions from a biography he’d never lived.

There was once a house built out of memories and inside this house lived a woman called The Memory Snatcher. This woman was my Aunt Beydan. She was a sorceress and as a child I...

She knew enough to recognize that memories were crowding in, and there was nothing he could do. They wouldn’t let him speak. She would never know what scenes were driving that turmoil.

People come and go in our life but memories stays for ever.

Our hearts bear a similarity with storerooms. We hold in them our trampled convictions, our fears, suppressed acts of valor, disappointments, enmity, anguish, secrets, things we wish we should have done, things we wish we...

Memories are simply moments that refuse to be ordinary

My life will be measured in years; his will be measured in memories. I’m determined that whatever time we have together will never fade from his mind.

You will remember this when all else fades, this moment, here, together, by this well. There will be certain days, and certain nights, you’ll feel my presence near you, hear my voice. You’ll think you...

Very soon she’ll join all the others who know the secret and will not tell it. Or cannot. Or try and fail because they do not know enough. They can be recognized. White faces, dazed...

Your memories don’t possess you, you possess your memories.

Memories are never as true as the things one forgets.

Her memories were beads jumbled loose in a box, unstrung.

Memories are precious … they help tell us who we are.

Maybe heaven entailed more than a soul residing in a single place, but instead having pieces of yourself spread among the hearts and memories of people you’ve touched.

All our failures makes us change our lives, but our changes will always be in our memories.

Sometimes I wished I could cut away old memories and let the wind take them. If a sharp knife could pare away the weakness of those days, I would slice until nothing but the hard...

And here in this room, I re-experience the memories again and again it is how wisdom comes and how we shape our future.

In the sea of my emotions, his presence is like a pearl in the oyster. Very hard to locate, yet very precious and still beautiful.

…when I was a kid, Toronto streets were deserted and quiet on Sundays, except for the sound of church bells I stood on the sidewalk one December listening to the Christmas bells – I’ve never...