Many deeply hidden memories have come flooding back. The important message here though is that it is possible to heal and survive. Everyone has survived their own kind of emotional or mental trauma. We all...

Are there memories left that are safe from the clutches of phony anniversaries?

Memories lie slumbering within us for months and years, quietly proliferating, until they are woken by some trifle and in some strange way blind us to life.

I didn’t know what I wanted. Maybe I never had. The emotional distance was never worth the togetherness, and yet I didn’t learn. Nothing had changed. Had he reached for me, I would have forgotten...

She had not remembered then what she remembers now, a memory like something buried in river silt that finally works free and rises to the surface…

Sometimes. it is not the person that you miss, but the memories that you made.

Remember, childhood only lasts 10-12 years. There’s a lot that has to be squeezed in to make for a lifetime of happy memories. ♥

Why could this darkness rip the gloominess around meHad an unknown reason of being fearful for so longThinking, if its touched by these horrendous windsWill unleash my sorrowful side & my mood swings!Aesthetically pleasing it...

and…and…a gun. A big one.” – Colleen O’Brien

There comes a time in your life, when you are left with too many yesterdays and very less tomorrows. When you can look back and relive all the golden moments of your life. You would...

It’s embarrassing. We have to go out there and erase that from our memories. The only way to do that is to go out there and dominate this game.

And life goes on like this,an uncomplete poem.

Sometimes moments in life are so perfect you want to freeze frame them; capture them within your soul forever so they never fade away—they burn themselves into your being until they’re a part of who...

Something Simon composed years ago is playing on someone else’s personal headphones; it’s a man sat opposite him in the waiting room. He believes the man is destroying his piece by reading a car magazine...

Aryami Bose’s home had been closed up for years, inhabited only by books and paintings, but the spectre of thousands of memories imprisoned between its walls still permeated the house.

In the meantime, I could withdraw to my room, could hide and sleep as if I were dead

Also the air: the air is full of sighs and cries. These are never lost: if you listen carefully, with a sympathetic ear, you can hear them echoing forever within the second sphere.

If the portraits of our absent friends are pleasant to us, which renew our memory of them and relieve our regret for their absence by a false and empty consolation, how much more pleasant are...

When we look back into our lives we see that our life is but a collection, a collage of these moments which take the shape of images, images which lower our spirits, images which inspire,...

always the return journey to home is the sweetest, its just because we take memories home with us

I guess sometimes the greatest memories are made in the most unlikely of places, further proof that spontaneity is more rewarding than a meticulously planned life.

Sitting on the floor, I’d replay the past in my head. Funny, that’s all I did, day after day after day for half a year, and I never tired of it. What I’d been through...

I didn’t sleep well last night because one of my ghosts came back, haunting with his presence, and when I woke up, the others weren’t here, haunting with their memory.

Gran runs her fingers through my hair, smiling down at me. I’m to weak to reach up and trace her laugh lines, but I trace them with my eyes, thinking of all the years that...

You begin with other people’s memories and end up with your own.

It is true that in life, precious moments my simply fly,But deep in our hearts and souls, they will never die.

It’s the unknown that I fear, the bites of memories that still have no connections.

Our dreams must be stronger than our memories. We must be pulled by our dreams, rater than pushed by our memories.

The memories of you are dead in my mind, but alive in my heart.

I try to keep the happy memories. If that’s what you call selective memories, I’m good with that.

She leaned out of the window slow and sleepy, and the light came through her nightdress like sand through a sieve.

Whenever it rains, I remember him, not as a tear that hails down as a raindrop, but as a God of fertility. As, every time I remember him, his memories conceive a baby of emotions...

It seems sometimes that we get so caught up in missing the past, or looking forward to the future, that we forget that this, right here and now, was once the days we longed for...

It was growing dark on this long southern evening, and suddenly, at the exact point her finger had indicated, the moon lifted a forehead of stunning gold above the horizon, lifted straight out of filigreed,...

That is the problem with repressed memory and dissociative identity disorder. Your mind represses certain traumas for reasons of pure survival. And then you learn that to survive as an adult, you must uncover the...

I come to listen to your pain and to hear the stories and memories of a few obsessed citizens. Jerusalem, I come to you in disguise: in over-colourful, immodest clothes and vulgar make-up… The only...

What was our life like? I almost don’t remember now. Though I remember it, the space of time it occupied. And I remember it fondly.

I didn’t mind what she called me, what anybody called me. But this was the room I had to live in. It was all I had in the way of a home. In it was...

We make, see, and love films, not digitals. To convert all of our movies, home videos, theaters, photographs and television to digital would be like telling a painter to throw away his brushes and canvas...

Ever poised on that cusp between past and future, we tie memories to souvenirs like string to trees along life’s path, marking the trail in case we lose ourselves around a bend of tomorrow’s road.

Never would I have a more memorable time than the month I spent in the mountains, though I wonder, when I say this, if it appears so only because it is our nature to make...

Oft in the stilly night,Ere Slumber’s chain has bound me,Fond memory brings the lightOf other days around me; The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood years,The words of love then spoken; The eyes that shown Now...

Recuerdo que mucha gente pensó que todos los que dejasen de dormir venderían su cama. No pasó; la cama aún tenía muchas funciones en la vida de esa gente: amar, tener sexo, descansar con los...

Sometimes, for a moment, everything is just as you need it to be. The memories of such moments live in the heart, waiting for the time you need to think of them, if only to...

Most uncomfortable situations brings at times most precious memories….

Use our memories as an asset not as a liability. Don’t let it be our inner curse but share them as a rare gift.

The fear of not being remembered is a dangerous thing.

Who can ever affirm, or deny that the houses which have sheltered us as children, or as adults, and our predecessors too, do not have embedded in their walls, one with the dust and cobwebs,...

You were the hardest year of my life and I’ve never been so happy. What does that say about me?

I want to take all our best moments, put them in a jar, and take them out like cookies and savor each one of them forever.