Like I said at the time, I was disappointed in the timing of it. It’s all good memories for me. I had so many good memories in this building.

Because sometimes I live in a hurricane of wordsand not one of them can save me.

I think the only answer is to live life to the fullest while you can and collect memories like fools collect money. Because in the end, that’s all you have – happy memories.

Even post true death memories carried on the waves of universal energy will defy the faux perception of finality.

My memories of events and games are fragmented.

Clouds come into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add colour to my sunset sky.

My car is full of random stains.

It’s just this: that there are places we all come from-deep-rooty-common places- that makes us who we are. And we disdain them or treat them lightly at our peril. We turn our backs on them...

Memories are like Diamonds. They are precious and and wonderful things. Cherish each one.

Kau, berbahagialah. Jangan menengok kembali kenangan kau-aku itu. Itu bukan lagi tentang kita. Itu hanyalah tentang kau-aku. Kau bisa melihat perbedaannya, bukan?

Halt,” he calls.But Werner has crossed the edge of the field, where he steps on a trigger land mine set there by his own army three months before, and disappears in a fountain of earth.

It’s an old guitar; it’s kind of beat up, but there are just so many memories in it.

One minute you are here and the next moment you are some place else, some time a long ago. That is the thing about your mind. Memories. Everything still exists in the folds of your...

There are memories that time does not erase… Forever does not make loss forgettable, only bearable.

In the dark, dank world of the Tunnels, I would call upon this memory. And there would be a flicker of candlelight. If only for a moment. I closed my eyes, as if my eyelids...

Pain is usually all on the surface, but this terror is internal; not just a hurt, but a new language of feeling.

Photos’re better than nothing, but things’re better than photos ’cause the things themselves were part of what was there.

Before the details of the collision start to fade in any human beings’ mind with time, we want to see if we can capture their memories while they are still fresh, and get their understanding...

Every time I see my cat licking its asshole I think about my ex wife. But that’s how nostalgia works, right? We only remember the best of the available memories.

Do you remember how you felt at seventeen? I do and I don’t (…) Imagine you came from outer space and someone showed you a butterfly and a caterpillar. Would you ever put the two...

My main memories of my father are of his illness.

He got up slowly, not bothering to curse himself for forgetting the stop where he had to disembark. He was not used to leaving things behind; he wondered how the bus stop escaped.

We all leave behind bits of loose thread. Old operations, old enemies. They pull at you, like memories of old lovers.

Yesterday I smiled, tomorrow never came and today is what I’m living.

He lives vividly in her recollections, however, and his memory is etched on her soul.

It’s important to keep the memories of all these people who died alive.

….because people die but their memories not.

Sometimes you hide away a memory because it is so precious that you don’t want to dilute it with the attempt to recount it.

Memories are strange things. Without 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...

Moments give birth to new memories

We humans are different–our brains are built not to fix memories in stone but rather to transform them. Our recollections change in their retelling.

Its really hard to recall the day you became friends with special people.

Maybe that’s why the good Lord gave us these vivid memory capabilities. When stress hits, we can just close our eyes, lean back and relax, and enjoy a game of Tidly-Winks, the sound of a...

My brother distrusts the essential truth of memories; I distrust the way we colour them in. We each have our own cheap-mail-order paintbox, and our favourite hues. Thus, I remembered Grandma a few pages ago...

Yes, memories do haunt. Memories of a happy past, in the expectation of a bleak future, in a sad present. – Anita

I’m chasing a decade old ghost. Searching beneath the rafters of a cobweb-filled haven lined with old memories which my brain cannot accept are dead. The light of nostalgia is burning bright inside my heart....

Memories establish the past;Senses perceive the present;Imaginations shape the future.

Moving on should be a required high school classbecause Lynchburg is determined to make me forget.

She ordered a martini and encouraged me to, but said she couldn’t drink it with her medication. She just liked seeing it in front of her, like the old days, all set to do its...

Quien de verdad quiera conservar en la memoria lo sucedido, no debe entregarse a los recuerdos. El recuerdo humano es un proceso demasiado agradable como para retener el pasado; es lo contrario de lo que...

Don’t get me wrong, it’s a good thing to be remembered. But everyday their memories get fewer, less intense. Certain aspects of the memory will become dishevelled, twisted into a form unrecognisable. Until finally the...

I am a complete sentimentalist when it comes to clothes. I have so many memories attached to them that I can’t throw anything out.

Food shouldn’t be that shade of green, lass.” – Faolán MacIntyre

It is said that when a person is experiencing death, and when shards of life begins to disintegrate from his mortal body, he starts getting a flashback of his entire life right in front of...

Without realizing that the past is constantly determining their present actions, they avoid learning anything about their history. They continue to live in their repressed childhood situation, ignoring the fact that is no longer exists,...

And then you leave the memories behind.When you look at the pictures It seems like it was always fun. But you know thatin that photos everyone was actually broken deep down inside. Wounded. Bleeding. Crying...

Will. For a moment her heart hesitated. She remembered when Will had died, her agony, the long nights alone, reaching across the bed every morning when she woke up, for years expecting to find him...

Tại sao? Tại sao khi nhìn lại quá khứ thì những gì đẹp đẽ của chúng ta lại rạn nứt bởi sự thật xấu xa tiềm ẩn trong đó? Tại sao hồi ức về những...

Isn’t she just Little Miss Sweetness and Light?” – and it was a statement that put him off proposing. It made him seriously reassess his options. He didn’t want to be with someone others saw...

Sometimes memories follow you wherever you go-you don’t need to take them with you.