And here in this room, I re-experience the memories again and again it is how wisdom comes and how we shape our future.

In the sea of my emotions, his presence is like a pearl in the oyster. Very hard to locate, yet very precious and still beautiful.

…when I was a kid, Toronto streets were deserted and quiet on Sundays, except for the sound of church bells I stood on the sidewalk one December listening to the Christmas bells – I’ve never...

Humans are animals and like all animals we leave tracks as we walk: signs of passage made in snow, sand, mud, grass, dew, earth or moss…. We easily forget that we are track-markers, through, because...

What you remember saves you.

Both expectations and memories are more than mere images founded on previous experience.

But Lunch Isn’t That Bad, ReallyOnce I get used tohaving to eat with two peopleinstead of one.Two people who have known each otherfor such a long timethat they practically speak in code.Two people who are...

Il tempo addolcisce i ricordi più amari, hanno detto in tanti. Io continuo ad essere convinto che non stessero ascoltando Sad eyed lady of the lowlands.

Entahlah, mana yang lebih sulit, Melupakan Orangnya atau kenangannya.mungkin keduanya memang susah untuk dilupakan,karena saling berhubungan.

Strike was used to playing archaeologist among the ruins of people’s traumatised memories;

Funny how I keep forgetting you’re insane.” – Colleen O’Brien

Whether we, admit it or not ,but forgiveness is one of the special attributes and qualities of our creator. we cannot forgive and forget anything, incident or matter ,even if we try hard , still...

Sometimes,” he sighed, “I think the things I remember are more real than the things I see.

I don’t want to break my memories with you.

Sometimes, it’s better to bunk a class and enjoy with friends, because now, when I look back, marks never make me laugh, but memories do.

Memories of that which we have lost are curious things – weeks, months, even years may pass without recollection of them and then, quite suddenly, something will remind us of a lost friend, or of...

It’s unpleasant magic, the kind that darkens the senses, the kind no one wants to experience, but once in a lifetime might not be able to avoid.

Now he knew that any memories he might cherish during the last years of his life would be only fictions from a biography he’d never lived.

There was once a house built out of memories and inside this house lived a woman called The Memory Snatcher. This woman was my Aunt Beydan. She was a sorceress and as a child I...

She knew enough to recognize that memories were crowding in, and there was nothing he could do. They wouldn’t let him speak. She would never know what scenes were driving that turmoil.

People come and go in our life but memories stays for ever.

This is just kind of one of those wholesome activities. It’s really an opportunity to make memories that will last a lifetime.

The sudden loss of her father was like living with a wound that would never heal, yet her memories of him were fading more and more every day.

…filled her memory bank with shiny coins.

No matter how much suffering you went through, you never wanted to let go of those memories.

Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.

The champagne had been donated by one of Gus’s doctors – Gus being the kind of person who inspires doctors to give their best bottles of champagne to children.

The hangars were not destroyed from bomb damage but it brought back a lot of little memories of that.

…what happens when you returnand find nothingbut a hollowed shell,shingles and floor,walls and echoesand the light that lead you herehas now burned outand the ones who built ithave traveled afarand you cant go to them,no...

És meséltem neked az emlékeimről. Nem mindenről. Célt tűztem ki magamnak, és nem akarlak a múltam meséivel untatni. Inkább arról a különös érzésről meséltem, hogy az emlékek valóságosabbá váltak számomra, mint az életem. Arról, hogy...

We’ll see what becomes of your rebellious nature when you lose your memories, Rei Lin.” He punched a few buttons and turned the knob on the wall to the right.

Butterfly KissesAged imperfectionsstitched upon my faceyears and years of wisdomearned by His holy grace.Quiet solitude in a humble homeall the family scattered nowlike nomads do they roam.Then a giftsent from abovea memorypure and tangiblewrapped in...

Suffering is part of life,’ she said. ‘All the parts of life are jumbled up together; you can’t separate out just the one thing.’ She parred his hand again, kindly. ‘I could let you kill...

I Used to think that I knew everything, I was alone. My heart was empty, a single soul experience of life. When I discovered in a pair of eyes, a light reflection of mine, I...

The days aren’t discarded or collected, they are beesthat burned with sweetness or maddenedthe sting: the struggle continues,the journeys go and come between honey and pain.No, the net of years doesn’t unweave: there is no...

We continue to eat, the conversation easy and flowing. I listen to everything everyone says, an urgency to pay attention, to not miss these moments you don’t know are moments until they’re gone. I narrow...

Best memories never hurt, with good memories an individual can pass his whole life without depending on others…

I share my happiness and sorrowCos I know for once there will be no tomorrowIf I wish to live in your memoriesI too have to be there to share your worriesSpeak up to your friend,...

Memories carry thoughts through the passage of time.

At every stage, the world that breaks in through our senses struggles to find a footing in our brains. We might liken memories to the messages recorded on tape, but we mistake the message for...

When you walk into your memories, you are opening a door to the past; the road within has many branches, and the route is different every time.

I turned to face Audrey, and everything I loved was right there in her eyes, the memories tangible: the schooldays and sleepovers, the cheap bottles of wine and sappy chick flicks. She was there for...

‘When did you first fall in love?’ ‘I think, I first fell in love when I was in fifth grade with this boy who kept his glass ruler in the sunlight and made rainbows on...

Sometimes the memories seemed too much and I couldn’t understand how I’d stayed so calm when these things actually happened, but lost my breath in the shadowy remembrances.

A photo frame with many pictures is the best present ever for a long trip. I can almost feel all those moments..

Even after three hundred maps have been handed out, Ama and I still melt the moment people switch from being suspicious that we want to sell them something–“Hey? What do you want? Money? Directions?–to realising...

Los fantasmas son solo fragmentos de memoria. Estos nos acosan porque no queremos olvidarlos.

Let me advise you, my dear young friend– nay, let me warn you with all seriousness, that should you leave these rooms you will not by any chance go to sleep in any other part...

That’s the trouble with memories: everything seems much more fantastical with a childhood lens to filter out the limitations of reality.

Isn’t it what life is about, after all? A series of images that pass us by like towns as you cross along a long road? Then suddenly, a scenario stands and we know that image,...