Some memories are presents that I’m unable to unwrap over and over.

Not all things can be expressed through words, not all the words reflect the truth.

Don’t let the day go by without a handful of fun, for only those we’ll be memorable and even intensified through time

Heroes in fact die with one’s youth. They are pinned like butterflies to the setting board of early memories—the time when skies were always blue, the sun shone and the air was filled with the...

At first, I didn’t understand. Understanding came very slowly.

Remember me, even if it’s only in a corner and secretly. Don’t let me go.

‎Most of the times, we feel more enjoyment from just recalling good memories of the past rather from those moments we lived,not because we did not have a good time but because realization has come...

Only the wool of present will knit the sweater of memories that will keep you warm in the winter of your life.

For him, it appeared he could freezethe moment in a memory; only for it to slip through hishands like water.

Memories vanish when we want to remember, but fix themselves permanently in the mind when we want to forget.

The woods do that to you, they always look familiar, long lost, like the face of a long-dead relative, like an old dream, like a piece of forgotten song drifting across the water, most of...

But I remember the place with fondness … not perfect but, all in all, not a bad memory.

…and yet, though desirous to be gone, she could not quit the mansion-house, or look an adieu to the cottage, with its black, dripping and comfortless veranda, or even notice through the misty glasses the...

There were thieves and hypocrites among us, to be sure, and true saints sprinkled here and there, but most were simply good, honest people who worshiped their Creator the best they knew how. We were...

Words are not static.Language shape our memories, and it is also shaped by our memories.

The ancient Greek oral poets all had this anxiety about the deficiencies of their memories and always began poems by praying to the Muse to help them remember.

memories were tricky things…they weren’t stable. they changed with perception over time. …they shifted, and [she] understood how the passage of time affected them. the hard working striver might recall his childhood as one filled...

Those who live in memories are never really dead.

Les souvenirs sont parfois comme ces photographies blanchies par le temps, dont les détails ressurgissent à la faveur d’un certain éclairage.

I had no eyelashes left. So when I cried, the tears rolled down, unabated to my mouth. My saliva tasted those days, like a salt lake. Or so he said.'(‘Left from Dhakeshwari’)

Past memories strobed before him, flashes of joy blackened by the present. Reality teased, then beckoned, home likewise. Confusion dimmed, the answer clear. This could end. Would end. In one of two ways. Still he...

My fondest memories are of watching lambs being delivered.

One couldn’t be selective when remembering the past. Ignore the turmoil, chaos and pain – and the truly great memories would not shine with such luster.

Life is about going with the flow of time…Every single moment is becoming a past & every past needs us to let them stay as is untouched… Every single moment demands you to go… Don’t...

For Someone Awakening To The Trauma of His or Her Past:For everything under the sun there is a time.This is the season of your awkward harvesting,When the pain takes you where you would rather not...

He’d read once that in everyone’s life there was somebody who touched a spot so deep, so precious, that the mind always retreated, in time of need, to that cherished place, seeking comfort within memories...

What are memories but photo images from the mind? Isn’t the human mind so much like a camera, saving pictures every now and then?

For as soon as we have used an opportunity and have actualized a potential meaning, we have done so once and for all. We have rescued it into the past/…/, wherein nothing is irretrievably lost,...

Capture yesterday’s moments,they are future memories

I breathe in…the silenceof my own heartaching with tendernesswith memories..Of home.

It is very strange to think back like this, although come to think of it, there is no fence or hedge round Time that has gone. You can go back and have what you like...

Distance and time might keep people apart, but the heart and mind will always stay connected by memories, miracles and the power of two unlikely souls that were destined to meet.

Memories are what makes each person different.

Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depths of some devine despairRise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn fields, And thinking of...

Healing doesn’t mean forgetting or making the memories insignificant. Healing means refocusing

There’s no way to eliminate the memories of the fantastic performance of Kenyon Martin. He is a role model as someone who works hard. We’re always going to use him as a role model. I...

I have great, fond memories of Canada. I feel that one day my bones will more than likely end up there.

Humans, not places, make memories.

In the dark, neglected gutter running the length of a nearby secluded side street lies a small, lifeless bird. This is the blackcap – the unaccustomed northern nightingale – a creature with a charcoal greyness...

It was only high school after all, definitely one of the most bizarre periods in a person’s life. How anyone can come through that time well adjusted on any level is an absolute miracle.

My mind has cleared a little; I’ve regained some instincts and associations, echoes of the Living world if not actual memories. Those I still have to steal.

Seeing your mother naked is not something you easily recover from. Seeing your mother naked and jumping from one side of a king-sized bed to the other with a nurse’s hat on while your father,...

Friends are the most important part of your life. Treasure the tears, treasure the laughter, but most importantly, treasure the memories.

What kind of songs do you like? she asked.”The ones that remind me of you,” I said.

Die Bücher habe ich nach und nach gekauft von dem Geld, das ich mir Stundengeben verdiente. Viele davon antiquarisch, alle Klassiker zum Beispiel, ein Band kostete eine Mark und zwanzig Pfennig in steifem, blauem Leinen....

They were people whose lives were slow, who did not see themselves growing old, or falling sick, or dying, but who disappeared little by little in their own time, turning into memories, mists from other...

Writing from memory like this, I often feel a pang of dread. What if I’ve forgotten the most important thing? What if somewhere inside me there is a dark limbo where all the the truly...

Gritting my teeth as if it requires actual physical strength, I push the memory of him dying in my arms down, deep down. It almost seems to fight me, to want to surge into the...

Our spirit is mightier than the filth of our memories.

The voices may propel you to warble along, or to dance, they may inspire you to seduction or insurrection or inspection or merely to watching a little less television. The voices of Barrett Rude Jr....