Sometimes I dream that I’m writing a memoir. A memoir would just be the thing to keep me in the hearts and memories of my adoring public.

Sometimes it all becomes too much. Your body and mind will just give way. Part of you may want to blissfully fade into nothing, but you never do. After a while all the memories and...

You are alone”Rose colored memories drown,taking their last breath.

The death of a parent, he wrote, ‘despite our preparation, indeed, despite our age, dislodges things deep in us, sets off reactions that surprise us and that may cut free memories and feelings that we...

Better to leave with good memories than have the last ones be the embarrassing, smoking ruin of what once had been a fantastic friendship.

Honor LostAmbulant sunshine piercedthe soot covered glass ~the feeble man wandered byin this ritual morning pass …

I have a lot of great memories playing in Moscow,

The past is only the present become invisible and mute; its memoried glances and its murmurs are infinitely precious.

There are edges around the black and every now and then a flash of color streaks out of the gray. But I can never really grasp any of the slivers of memories that emerge.

How strange it is, sometimes, which conversations or events stays with us while so much else melts as fast as April snow.

This was me before I knew about anything hard, when my whole life was packed lunches and art projects and spelling quizzes.

Depression is a red herring,” said Nariman. “I think a lot about the past, it’s true. But at my age, the past is more present than the here and now. and there is not much...

There were a story scripted on the wall, no words used though, just pictures, memories, from another world. Her happy place.

There are things without explanation, moments when life will become arranged in such odd ways that you imagine a whole vocabulary of meaning inside them. The breakfast smell struck me like that.

Times like this were special. Memory builders. When something extraordinary happened to a person the kind of things remembered forever after it didn’t have to be a life-changing event like a graduation or marriage or...

we always knewthat good times camewith termination contractseven if we weren’t quite readyto sign it.

Pictures … flashed on her in sudden color, too much color, shocking color, the color that leaps out of black when lightning strikes at night.

I’m so careless that now i don’t even care if i cared for you.

Yes, you are right! I am your leftover trash. I hope you know a bum got to eat too. I believe you were one when I met you.

She had never had a daydream that dreamed itself, like nightmares. That crawled out of her brain like a creature of the dark. A daymare.

Not very long ago I was driving with my husband on the back roads of Grey County, which is to the north and east of Huron County. We passed a country store standing empty at...

Sometimes it’s more painful to draw to mind the good times

I have several memories of playing outside in the garage against them, basically them beating me down until I cried, but it worked out. It all paid off.

Perhaps memory is a thing that everyone involved has to work at, like stitching up a big quilt out of everything that ever happened to you.

Mi sa che è questo il mio limite: mi mancano le conclusioni, nel senso che ho l’impressione che niente finisca mai veramente. Io vorrei, vorrei davvero che i dispiaceri scaduti, le persone sbagliate, le risposte...

When you touch a man’s heart, he will remember it forever.

There comes a moment in life when one must acknowledge that you just can’t keep looking back into your past for reasons to keep someone in your present and future. Regardless of how much looking...

Thoughts turn to other’s just a little more this time of year. Days grow shorter and memories grow longer. Families and friends gather in celebration or hope. Giving is a reflection of our love and...

She turned around to look at me with her enchanting gaze that further pierced my heart; a look I would never forget and I would retain till perpetuity and think of it always whenever she...

To read, even in the half-dark, is also to call the lost forward.

Walls get made, walls crumble, buildings get built, buildings collapse, memories get made, memories last.

Though no longer living in silence, I continued to carry pain and memories.

What i like about photographs is that they capture a moment that’s gone forever, impossible to reproduce.

No skill is more crucial to the future of a child than literacy.

The feelings resembled memories; but memories of what? Apparently one can remember things that have never happened.

It is stronge how smells can bring back vivid memories.

Those are exactly the kind of memories I try to avoid, but they’re like abestos: invisible and deadly. You need special gear to get rid of them.

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

Where would we be in this soulless universe if there weren’t a few people who hold on to memories, their hearts yearning for long-lost feelings?

It’s sad when the people you love most become a bitter memory.

I try not to remember them but very often memories force themselves on my consciousness; they are like stubborn relatives who invite themselves over even when you’ve made it clear that they are unwelcome.

RedheadAll over the houseStrands of copper hairLike filaments from a cobwebCollect.If you and IWere ever to part— For months, perhaps years,I’d be combing out,Brushing or picking upStrands of significance,Traces of youIn my life

The past, rich with it’s pains and joys, shuffles before me, relieving the weary dullness of endless days. I rejoice; I agonize.

There’s no consciousness without senses and memories.

I’ve apparently been the victim of growing up, which apparently happens to all of us at one point or another. It’s been going on for quite some time now, without me knowing it. I’ve found...

It’ll be something to come to refresh the memories of someone who was lost,

Your brain activates a magnificent system to store memories as reference points for you to learn from… not to create a past for you to be stuck in.

I couldn’t believe I let him see me like this, unable to fend for myself. I fumed in disgust at my vulnerability. I didn’t want Evan to think I needed protecting. I pulled back my...

Stephen kissed me in the spring,Robin in the fall,But Colin only looked at meAnd never kissed at all.Stephen’s kiss was lost in jest,Robin’s lost in play,But the kiss in Colin’s eyesHaunts me night and day.

Like all of my important memories, it has a potency that has influenced the pocket of time that holds it, so I can remember that particular Saturday afternoon, even though in many ways it was...