A picture’s worth a thousand words. But a single word can make you think of over a thousand pictures in your mind, over a thousand moments, a thousand memories.

When you are joyful, when you say yes to life and have fun and project positivity all around you, you become a sun in the center of every constellation, and people want to be near...

Happy now? That fiery enough for you?

To see something marvellous with your own eyes – that’s wonderful enough. But when two of you see it, two of you together, holding hands, holding each other close, knowing that you’ll both have that...

There are far better things ahead than any we live behind.

Nothing is perfect,” sighed the fox. “My life is very monotonous. I run after the chickens; the men run after me. All the chickens are the same; all the men are the same. Consequently, I...

Memories, real and irreplaceable, all of them. The happy ones, the bitter ones, the terrified and the poignant.

Every Adventure Has a Back Story. When we look at our past relationships, often there are one or two we may tend to go back to in our minds, and we see them through the...

The Old Days, the Lost Days — in the half-closed eyes of memory (and in fact) they never marched across a calendar; they huddled round a burning log, leaned on a certain table, or listened...

The sight of a child…will arouse certain longings in adult, civilized persons — longings which relate to the unfulfilled desires and needs of those parts of the personality which have been blotted out of the...

I remember when your name was just another name that rolled without thought off my tongue.Now, I can’t look at your name without an abundance of sentiment attached to each lettter.Your name, which I played...

Do you remember?’ Someone’s always asking andsomeone else, always does

He can hum the music in his old man’s quivering voice, but he prefers it in his head, where it lives on in violins and reedy winds. If he imagines it in rehearsal he can...

Stop a minute, Ambrose!” interrupted Master Nathaniel. “I’ve got a sudden silly whim that we should take an oath I must have read when I was a youngster in some old book… the words have...

Listen, listen!” I interrupted her. “Forgive me if I tell you something else…. I tell you what, I can’t help coming here to-morrow, I am a dreamer; I have so little real life that I...

Some think intuition is a gift, but it can be a curse as well–a voice calling to us from places that are better left unexplored…an echo of memories that will never die, no matter how...

An empty room holds nothing but memories. At least it would, if I didn’t just finish packing up the last of the sadness.

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.