And years from now,you may not remember exactly what you ate.But you’ll remember who you ate with.

You can’t love a city if you have no memories burried there.

My father spoke with his hands. He was deaf. His voice was in his hands. And his hands contained his memories.

And a man without memories is just a shell.

The power of things inheres in the memories they gather up inside them, and also in the vicissitudes of our imagination, and our memory–of this there is no doubt.

I’ve learned that some memories surprise you and reveal a sharp edge just when you least expect it.

When they look at a beautiful view, most people see their memories, not the view!

I am hopelessly in love with a memory. An echo from another time, another place.

Some memories are realities and are better than anything that can ever happen to one again.

No matter what happens i choose to value the memories of the good times, grow from the lessons of the bad times because i don’t regret a single moment of it, every detail made me...

I pretended like all the oranges rolling everywhere were her happy memories and they were looking for a new person to stick to so they didn’t get wasted.

My world is a million shattered pieces put together, glued by my tears, where each piece is nothing but a reflection of YOU.

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?

A tormented mind wants to forget, what a broken heart will always remember.

The past may not hurt you, but it won’t challenge you, either.

Unhappy memories are persistent. They’re specific, and it’s the details that refuse to leave us alone. Though a happy memory may stay with you just as long as one that makes you miserable, what you...

Keep memories of insult on a short leash, and memories of blessing on a long one.

Falling asleep with hopes and wishes that I rarely get to hold in my hand for long…go me. All I’ve got are memories and secrets.

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...

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...