I’ve never tried to block out the memories of the past, even though some are painful. I don’t understand people who hide from their past. Everything you live through helps to make you the person...

We live in deeds not years In thoughts not breaths In feelings not figures on a dial. We should count time by heart throbs. He most lives who thinks most, feels noblest, acts the best.

People say that a time machine can’t be invented, but they’ve already invented a device that can stop time, cameras are the world’s first time machines.

A thousand moments lost because you took them for granted, just because you expected a thousand more.

Submitted for your approval–the curious case of Colleen O’Brien and thegorgeous time traveling Scot who landed in her living room.” – Rod Serling

Liars ought to have good memories

But some memories are more important than others,’ she says. ‘Because some memories belong to more than just one other person…Some memories tell us about who we are. They need to be kept safe so...

Memories are not always the best measure of things.

But it’s funny how the memory works and how sometimes we just belive whatever we want.

It’s up to you. Everyone should get to choose their own way, and that’s all I mean by yelling. But I shall choose to remember you, and it would be nice if it went both...

What is damage but forcing yourself, memories of yourself, onto someone else? Coloring someone else’s body. In reality, it’s sort of romantic. It’s why we love to hurt each other.

Cutting my roots and leaving my home and family when I was 18 years old forced me to build my home in other things, like my music, stories and my journey. The last years I...

It never leaves, not with someone we love. Their presence burns too vivid in our memories. Happen that is as it should be, for otherwise we would too easy forget.

It’s the problem in seeing too much of the world. In loving too much of it. You can only live in one place at a time. And eventually, you pick your spot, and the memories...

Actors are good liars, writers are good liars with good memories.

The past is a tricky thing. Sometimes it’s etched in stone. And other times, it’s rendered in soft memories. But if you meddle too long in deep, dark things… Who knows what monsters you’ll awaken?

One forgot, one forgot. What hold had one on the past? The present moment was a little travelling in darkness.

Cabel felt the familiar nostalgic excitement of the endless possibilities encapsulated in a summers’ night at Silver Beach. He smiled at himself as a boy and, more ruefully, at the man who now stood on...

It brings back memories. I think it’s something you may think about every now and then. It’s something I’ll never forget and at the same time, it’s another season and I just have to get...

Experience had taught me that even the most precious memories fade with the passage of time.

I miss your face. That big bright smile. You always had it, in any weather. It’s hard for me to find one these days. These cold November days. Except when I think of you.

In theory momentos serve to bring back the moment. In fact they serve only to make clear how inadequately I appreciated the moment when it was here. How inadequately I appreciated the moment when it...

He felt like home.

Agony’s PlotA zephyr skimmedacross my creamy skingently kissingwhere the sun had been….

He thinks of the rotten parachute they played with as kids in Arcadia: they hurtle through life aging unimaginably fast, but each grasps a silken edge of memory that billows between them and softens the...

As a boy, because I was born and raised in Ohio, about 60 miles north of Dayton, the legends of the Wrights have been in my memories as long as I can remember.

Only in sleep, where there’s nothing but mind, can the mind clearly process all of the day’s experiences/memories – without distraction. And, perhaps, only in sleep, where there’s nothing but mind, can the mind truly...

I lit a fire and sat there in my rocking chair. We lit a candle for him. It was as simple as that. I knew that what I had done may have been a catalyst...

It’s painful when the phantom of the past keeps on lingering you even you wanted to move on.

Rare and precious moments, how I long to live with you eternally! If only your sweetness never ceased to touch my lips, and the flutters you evoke nevermore faded away. I dream of your arm...

For me, Mama’s cabinet had been full of mysteries and secrets to be puzzled out, like an adventure. For them it had been full of memories. And I had broken all of them.

From now on when people asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I planned to say, Amnesiac.

It’s Not About You, Mr. Santa Claus

you wereand always will bethat first ever touchto have fertilizedthe groundbeneath my life’s treesthat first ever roseto have fragrancedthe rest of my memories.

It’s the time of our lives; let’s make mistakes, not care. Let’s make memories.

The true definition of mental illness is when the majority of your time is spent in the past or future, but rarely living in the realism of NOW.

The important thing about having lots of things to remember is that you’ve got to go somewhere afterwards where you can remember them, you see? You’ve got to stop. You haven’t really been anywhere until...

When you avoid going to bed early because you know that if you go, those memories will again make your pillow wet and your eyes swollen.

I was increasingly both horrified and sceptical about these memories – I had no recall of these things at all, though I couldn’t imagine why I’d want to make it all up either. It felt...

One hundred years of students have formative memories of Gilman Hall. What we’re trying to make sure of is that another hundred years of students have memories that are just as lasting.

How many ghosts might return to the promenade, haunted by the echoes of those promises, perhaps eager to catch a glimpse of what could have been? Would they laugh at the survivors shuffling about in...

A territory is only possessed for a moment in time.

Dwelling on the loneliness inherent in a city such as this when you dream of endless mountains and expanses of blue sky is a recipe for torment.

Desiree. It’s like falling in love every night and having your heart broken every morning… Having more memory is just a way of distorting a greater amount of the past.

Certain moments in my life are imprinted in me memory.They’re easy to recall with perfect clarity, whether I want to remember them or not. Any small thing can trigger them: a phrase, a smell, a...

The scent of your asshole smells like childhood memories. I mean it would, if I grew up in New Jersey.

I walked in the dark forest at night…I couldn’t see much further in the dark ,I heard the sound of the past, ..Memories Went back clear to me and Fear started hunting me, ..No Way...

And I never started to plow in my lifeThat some one did not stop in the roadAnd take me away to a dance or picnic. I ended up with forty acres; I ended up with...

To save the environment—and my childhood memories, I merged a gas station pump with a jukebox. Look, my car now runs on 80s music!

Your childhood,” said Yackle coaxingly, as if she could smell his thoughts. As if she could sniff out those passages he hadn’t chosen to retail at drink parties. Her words lulled him. The past, even...