Some memories are meant for not to be said, either they are too Scary to tell, or we love them that much, that we can’t explain those in oral words.

He stopped his act to take a snapshot of that instant he would so treasure- her delightful laughter that could make him do anything, anything at all, in the world and beyond!

My memories of camp – I was four years old to eight years old – they’re fond memories.

All that is left to bring you pain, are the memories. If you face those, you’ll be free. You can’t spend the rest of your life hiding from yourself; always afraid that your memories will...

What a host of little incidents, all deep-buried in the past — problems that had once been urgent, arguments that had once been keen, anecdotes that were funny only because one remembered the fun. Did...

There were certain things, learned so young and remembered so deep that they felt like little stones in the center of her mind. These would be the parts of her that rotted last, the bits...

This park brings back good and bad memories. We fell short, but it was good to make it here. Our expectations were very high because of the team we had, but I also understood that...

Over the last few millennial, we’ve invented a series of technologies … that have made it progressively easier and easier for us to externalize our memories, for us to outsource this fundamental human capacity.

She would never truly be her own woman if she allowed fear and old memories to dictate where she would or would not go.

My memories always clutch my brain to understand the past

The memories of you are dead in my mind, but alive in my heart.

I try to keep the happy memories. If that’s what you call selective memories, I’m good with that.

She leaned out of the window slow and sleepy, and the light came through her nightdress like sand through a sieve.

Whenever it rains, I remember him, not as a tear that hails down as a raindrop, but as a God of fertility. As, every time I remember him, his memories conceive a baby of emotions...

It seems sometimes that we get so caught up in missing the past, or looking forward to the future, that we forget that this, right here and now, was once the days we longed for...

It was growing dark on this long southern evening, and suddenly, at the exact point her finger had indicated, the moon lifted a forehead of stunning gold above the horizon, lifted straight out of filigreed,...

That is the problem with repressed memory and dissociative identity disorder. Your mind represses certain traumas for reasons of pure survival. And then you learn that to survive as an adult, you must uncover the...

I come to listen to your pain and to hear the stories and memories of a few obsessed citizens. Jerusalem, I come to you in disguise: in over-colourful, immodest clothes and vulgar make-up… The only...

What was our life like? I almost don’t remember now. Though I remember it, the space of time it occupied. And I remember it fondly.

I didn’t mind what she called me, what anybody called me. But this was the room I had to live in. It was all I had in the way of a home. In it was...

We make, see, and love films, not digitals. To convert all of our movies, home videos, theaters, photographs and television to digital would be like telling a painter to throw away his brushes and canvas...

Why could this darkness rip the gloominess around meHad an unknown reason of being fearful for so longThinking, if its touched by these horrendous windsWill unleash my sorrowful side & my mood swings!Aesthetically pleasing it...

and…and…a gun. A big one.” – Colleen O’Brien

There comes a time in your life, when you are left with too many yesterdays and very less tomorrows. When you can look back and relive all the golden moments of your life. You would...

It’s embarrassing. We have to go out there and erase that from our memories. The only way to do that is to go out there and dominate this game.

And life goes on like this,an uncomplete poem.

Sometimes moments in life are so perfect you want to freeze frame them; capture them within your soul forever so they never fade away—they burn themselves into your being until they’re a part of who...

Something Simon composed years ago is playing on someone else’s personal headphones; it’s a man sat opposite him in the waiting room. He believes the man is destroying his piece by reading a car magazine...

Aryami Bose’s home had been closed up for years, inhabited only by books and paintings, but the spectre of thousands of memories imprisoned between its walls still permeated the house.

In the meantime, I could withdraw to my room, could hide and sleep as if I were dead

Also the air: the air is full of sighs and cries. These are never lost: if you listen carefully, with a sympathetic ear, you can hear them echoing forever within the second sphere.

If the portraits of our absent friends are pleasant to us, which renew our memory of them and relieve our regret for their absence by a false and empty consolation, how much more pleasant are...

When we look back into our lives we see that our life is but a collection, a collage of these moments which take the shape of images, images which lower our spirits, images which inspire,...

always the return journey to home is the sweetest, its just because we take memories home with us

I guess sometimes the greatest memories are made in the most unlikely of places, further proof that spontaneity is more rewarding than a meticulously planned life.

Sitting on the floor, I’d replay the past in my head. Funny, that’s all I did, day after day after day for half a year, and I never tired of it. What I’d been through...

I didn’t sleep well last night because one of my ghosts came back, haunting with his presence, and when I woke up, the others weren’t here, haunting with their memory.

Gran runs her fingers through my hair, smiling down at me. I’m to weak to reach up and trace her laugh lines, but I trace them with my eyes, thinking of all the years that...

You begin with other people’s memories and end up with your own.

It is true that in life, precious moments my simply fly,But deep in our hearts and souls, they will never die.

It’s the unknown that I fear, the bites of memories that still have no connections.

Our dreams must be stronger than our memories. We must be pulled by our dreams, rater than pushed by our memories.

They Served…reliving memoriesthat will not diegiving their allfor you and I -friends takenlives shaken…

He will miss this quiet full of noise: the nighthawks, the way the woods breathe, the things moving unsuspected through the dark. But he will take with him the canisters full of blasted images and...

It’s what we’re all trying to do, right? Remember a time that was better. Re-create a moment of that memory as we let the crisp Coke bubble down our throats. Riding bikes on a summer...

I don’t believe in the white spectre-type of ghosts you get in stories, but what if ghosts are something else? Like memories somehow caught and trapped in time, released by being in certain places where...

Like I said at the time, I was disappointed in the timing of it. It’s all good memories for me. I had so many good memories in this building.

Because sometimes I live in a hurricane of wordsand not one of them can save me.

I think the only answer is to live life to the fullest while you can and collect memories like fools collect money. Because in the end, that’s all you have – happy memories.

Even post true death memories carried on the waves of universal energy will defy the faux perception of finality.