If this continues, if this goes on, then when I die, your memories of me will be my greatest accomplishment. You memories will be my most lasting impressions.

It frightens me that I can’t do anything sensible about it.””Are you scared that you’ll wind up with a boring job where you have to see the same people every day and drink instant coffee?””I’m...

He smiled his shy smile at her as he went into the yard. Anne took the memory of it with her when she went to her room that night and sat for a long while...

Feelings are memories. Memories are also feelings.

Once-upon-a-time we buried the memories we didn’t want.

Memories are the only thing tie us to the past

I like the memories because they remind meI haven’t always beenthis girl,constantly mad or scaredor confused.

A good fragrance is really a powerful cocktail of memories and emotion.

Memories hold you back; their weight crushes your spirit.

that makes it damn nearly impossible for me to say anything. I’ve lost the knack of making sense. I speak gibberish to the civilized world, and it replies in kind.

My prolonged study of these photographs led me to appreciate the importance of perserving certain moments for prosperity , and as time moved forwards I also came to see what a powerful influence these framed...

Familiar like a forgotten song from long ago that takes you back to a moment the second you hear it. And you recognize who you were. Then. And now. And you have to figure out...

Every man has two lives: The first one is the one we are living now and the second one is our memories! Memories are our invisible lives. But you must know that it is your...

It is possible to construct a history which is logically consistent. It cannot be said to be true; simply that it can be sustained without contradiction. Under a given set of experimental conditions, a finite...

However much they may smile at her, the old inhabitants would miss Tillie. Her stories give them something to talk about and to conjecture about, cut off as they are from the restless currents of...

People always talk about how hard it can be to remember things – where they left their keys, or the name of an acquaintance – but no one ever talks about how much effort we...

The things we do outlast our mortality. The things we do are like monuments that people build to honor heroes after they’ve died. They’re like the pyramids that the Egyptians built to honor the pharaohs....

There are two games that really stand out to me as memories from the West Gym and that upset win over Iowa State was one. The fire marshall was a little upset with us that...

You have a manure pile of memories. Nothing you can do about that. Now, you can drown in the stink, or turn it into compost and grow a garden.

Let us not burthen our remembrance withA heaviness that’s gone.

But I wasn’t creeping.

My chest tightens: seeing him so upset breaks my own heart. ‘Don’t you ever wish you could make that bit go away?” I say, feeling angry at the past. ‘That you could erase those painful...

Tell the story, gather the events, repeat them. Pattern is a matter of upkeep. Otherwise the weave relaxes back to threads picked up by birds to make their nests. Repeat, or the story will fall...

I know in my life there have been breaches, but I also know that I am very good at blocking out the memories that serve me no purpose.

Remember that you own what happened to you. If your childhood was less than ideal, you may have been raised thinking that if you told the truth about what really went on in your family,...

People have told me, ‘My dad passed on, but I have great memories of watching your shows with him.’ It doesn’t get any better than that.

Memories shrink. Like a soap bar used over and over, they become deformed, weaker scented, too slight and slippery to hold.

I slipped on a turtleneck, laughing when my head became stuck in the turtle part. If they weren’t called turtlenecks, I wouldn’t have worn them.

You don’t deserve my image in your head. You don’t deserve my memories in your chest.

It could be yesterdaywhen I was less in loveI thinkFor I didn’t see you in the mirrorbehind mewhile getting dressed.The way your hands couldn’t stay awayand our bodies always found their ways back to each...

I have a lot of memories of Clemens, … I have a lot of souvenirs and memorabilia related to Clemens.

The little house is not too smallTo shelter friends who come to call.Though low the roof and small its spaceIt holds the Lord’s abounding grace,And every simple room may beEndowed with happy memory.The little house,...

Night thoughts have a different color than day thoughts, a different slant, more than anything else they know all the secret paths and chinks in the armor they can take advantage of to force their...

She clung to the memories of her youth as if they were the only way she could save a piece of her soul from whatever it was she was about to face.

There are some things we can never assign to oblivion, memories we can never rub away. They remain with us forever, like a touchstone.

There were no toys under the bed–that wasn’t why he liked it. Why he liked it was that there wasn’t anything under the bed–no chickens, no Joey, no Eloise, no sheep, no “no”s. He could...

Unhappiness is caused when we cannot let go of our memories.

This season has been great. We’ve really bonded and made memories, and that means a lot.

The first real memory I have, is one of the first times I was old enough to remember being at your house. We must have been about three, maybe four. I came and sat down...

Sometimes, remembering hurts too much.

[Aunt] Patricia smiled, and we walked in silence for a while. But it wasn’t a poisonous silence. It was the sort of silence shared by two people who’re comfortable enough not to force a conversation...

Without memories,there can be no good or evil. It will exist only indifference!

Memories are like mulligatawny soup in a cheap restaurant. It is best not to stir them.

The happening and telling are very different things. This doesn’t mean that the story isn’t true,only that I honestly don’t know anymore if I really remember it or only remember how to tell it. Language...

The soul is healed by being with children.” …

Fond memories are some of the richest possessions you can have. They never wear away no matter how often you reuse them !

Images last for ever, our minds don’t – capture what you can before the time runs out.

Time laughs in the distance as I cling to the belief memories of you will fade.

I believe that life is all about perception and timing. That good things come to those who act and that life’s about more than collecting a paycheck. I believe that the only person you’re destined...

Losing myself interests me. The fertile topsoil interests me, sprawling beneath a light dusting of snow, and the snow that crams the trunks and branches of the pines and elms and redwoods, having frozen up...