A question wells up inside me, a question so big it blocks my throat and makes it hard to breathe. Somehow I swallow it back, finally choosing another. “Are memories such an important thing?””It depends,”...

Upstairs, in the cupboard, he had a box of things he had saved as a boy and a young man. He hadn’t looked into it in twenty years or more. Nothing fancy or valuable, but...

The past only has power over you when it’s forgotten… ignored or repressed.

It’s summer and time for wandering…

Memories are strange things. Withough 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...

Remembering tires a person out. this is something they don’t teach us. Exercising one’s memory is an exhausting activity. It draws our energy and wears down our muscles.

I Cannot Remember You…engulfed in liquid amnesiaI cannot fight the tide

Here the past was everywhere, an entire continent sown with memories.

Matteo lived inside her like a memory that paradoxically stopped the pain and which she could never get enough of… because there was, and never would be, anything that was like him. Wherever she went,...

Dreams are composed of many things, my son. Of images and hopes, of fears and memories. Memories of the past, and memories of the future…

…everything is gone except traces of you inside me – and the years like the wind are sweeping those away …

Stories about lives remembered bring us backward while allowing us to move forward.

All good things that happen today are a part of golden memories in future.

There were differences between memories and dreams. He had only dreams of things he had wanted to do, while Lespere had memories of things done and accomplished. And this knowledge began to pull Hollis apart,...

The only reason people hold onto memories is because memories are the only things that don’t change, even when everyone else does.

There are memories I am better off without. Things better lost forever.

our feet are grape-squashed in memoriesour skins are still flushedfrom the touch of summer’s lips.

I was surprised to feel the tears running down my cheeks. Was this part of the reason fate had brought Arabella and I together all those years ago? Or was fate finally providing a way...

As Ganin looked up at the skeletal roof in the ethereal sky he realized with merciless clarity that his affair with Mary was ended forever. It had lasted no more than four days—four days which...

Sometimes those experiences crowd back upon the memory, and the past flashes back like a distant peak momentarily lighted up by sunbeam piercing through the clouds. Then oblivion again. Strange it is how the prosaic...

But it was smell that carried memory.

Throughout our times with Christopher [therapist] we were encouraged to work together at communicating on the inside. He pointed out that it would be good for us all to listen-in when an alter was telling...

But all memories, no matter how distant, no matter how distorted, have the shadow of truth underneath. Even the most imperfect memory is a window—

Too many years fighting back tears. Why can’t the past just die? Wishing you were somehow here again, knowing we must say goodbye. Try to forgive, teach me to live, give me the strength to...

A song rises up from the belly of my pastand rocks me in the bosom of buried memories.

Trap yourself inside your own brain, switch off the light, block all the escape routes, then turn your back on everything you know to be reality and try and survive there. Try. Living. Nowhere.

To forget is to blithely toss aside the hard lessons that were hard won by others before us, thereby needlessly dooming us to endure the hard lessons that are likely to be forgotten by those...

We persist and linger longer than we think, leaving traces of ourselves wherever we go. If you take that away, then we all simply vanish.

I think Wordsworth was as surprised to see me as I was him. It can’t be usual to go to your favorite memory only to find someone already there, admiring the view ahead of you.

my mind struggled top condense all that had led to me being here. My vocal cords fought to express the memories that leaked out; I felt the weight of it all pressing down on me.

Rich dreams now which he was loathe to wake from. Things no longer known in the world. The cold drove him forth to mend the fire. Memory of her crossing the lawn toward the house...

I am a dreamer. I know so little of real life that I just can’t help re-living such moments as these in my dreams, for such moments are something I have very rarely experienced. I...

But memories got left behind while you kept walking on; every time you had to retrace your steps further to return to your memories, and sometimes it was better not to turn back at all.

I look around the room and can’t help but think about how it is the little things we look back on in life. I wonder how often people think that they should pay more attention...

But with the morning almost gone, with seven bodachs in the recreation room, with living boneyards stalking the storm, with Death opening the door to a luge chute and inviting me to go for a...

…and to this hour the image of Carmilla return to mind with ambiguous alterations–sometimes the playful, languid, beautiful girl; sometimes the writhing fiend I saw in the ruined church; and often from a reverie I...

Wilhelm’s smile reminded Harry of his father’s sad, resigned smile, the smile of a man looking backwards because that’s where the things that made him smile were.

I always knew I would do something special with my memories of working with Stanley.

Time can only rob us of the things we can touch; it can’t rob us of the things we feel.

A flood of memories came back to him and he was, literally, paralyzed. So, ‘John Doe’ wasn’t looking for a settlement, per se. This came back to him in a rush and he was in...

Following her instructions, I joined her in the chopping and mixing. The magical smell of pickling spices wound around us and it wasn’t long before we were in another world. I was suddenly immersed in...

I’m hurting. It’s definitely a tough way to go out. But at least I have some great memories.

She smiles, and her eyes look as if they can see back into her memory, into all the things that have gone into making a person what they are.

We enshrine things to memory very differently than we experience them in real time. The psychologist Daniel Kahneman has coined a couple of terms to make the distinction. He talks about the “experiencing self” versus...

…before you, life was desolate – the past hardly worth remembering – and now, each moment a keepsake I can’t throw away …

Spending moments with another in earnest presence is one of the simple ways we can show unconditional love. It is the memories created from these impressions that survive after all else passes.

He pulled his hand back, aware now that sweat beaded on his forehead and that Rale watched him, his eyes dark, intense. Errol licked his lips. Did he want a drink? He hadn’t gone more...

I told her that saying goodbye didn’t matter, not a bit. What mattered were all the days you were together before that, all the things you remembered.

Commander Tool Belt” Jason said.”Bad Boy Supreme” Piper said.”Chef Leo the Tofu Taco Expert.”They laughed and told stories about Leo valdez, their best friend. They stayed on the roof until dawn rose, and Piper started...

The way those old memories kept bubbling to the surface in the present tense was disturbing. It was as if the past had never died; as if on some level of time’s great tower, everything...