Strange, what brings these past things so vividly back to us, sometimes!

His mind turned, gradually comprehending, memories flooding his awareness that were not his own: memories from the timelessness before the Being within him had fallen into this body; of a Homeworld and a Consortium of...

The past beats inside me like a second heart.

He was on her mind but she doesn’t let anyone stay for too long.

…and realizes how there are all these moments, moments like just this one, there are all these moments, and how everyone lives their lives in these short, all-too-short moments. There are all these moments and...

When you discover that you are going to have a child, it stirs up memories of your own childhood.

It’s a cruel, ironical art, photography. The dragging of captured moments into the future; moments that should have been allowed to evaporate with the past, should exist only in memories glimpsed through the fog of...

We walked into the arena together with him reaching out his arm and wrapping it around my waist. He pulled me into him, smelling the aroma around him. The scent was familiar like I was...

I don’t write to chase away my demons ~I wield my pen as a weapon…calling those bastards to war!

The memories that really matter don’t live in the mind.

Yet as the days went by and the pains in my feet subsided, I began to look back on my little adventure with a hint of fondness. When it comes to memories, it seems we...

As time passes, memories may fade, witnesses may die or otherwise become available, and the truth may be harder to ascertain reliably, … In addition, many of the defendants are individuals who are potentially personally...

A memory made alone abides in isolation; such is love that is never shared. Fill your life with shared memories and love, and in the end you will have lived.

Our relationship could now thrive only in my head, and to discuss it with a mother intent—admittedly in my own best interest—on challenging it with reality might do it irreparable harm.

I fought for you, I fought for usI fought for the memories and the laughter that came upon us,Now here we are, we have become unknown people to each other,Worlds apart in an instant, for...

My painful memories sift through me like sand through stretched fingers. Only small pieces cling and stay around for me to keep, the rest just disappear. I know not where and I don’t

Bad memories were hard enough, but it was torture to be haunted by the good.

Cara terbaik menghadapi masa lalu adalah dengan dihadapi. Berdiri gagah. Mulailah dengan damai menerima masa lalumu. Buat apa dilawan? Dilupakan? Itu sudah menjadi bagian dari hidup kita. Peluk semua kisah itu. Berikan dia tempat terbaik...

If I’m not around I hope you’ll remember me and together we will hold on to our favorite song.

Where is the good memories ? Where is Love ?

Each time you look at [the ring], it brings back some special memories.

Memories are powerful that way. They can bring a person back to another place and time and make them laugh or cry all over again.

We don’t have any bad memories of the people of the United States.

The biggest mistake I made is the one that most of us make while doing this. I did not live in the moment enough. This is particularly clear now that the moment is gone, captured...

Even if she be not harmed, her heart may fail her in so much and so many horrors; and hereafter she may suffer–both in waking, from her nerves, and in sleep, from her dreams.

I want to remember warming your two a.m. bottle, clipping your locks, watching you be baptized, bathing you in the big porcelain sink… how I often laid you against my chest and felt the cradlesong...

I take you and pile high the memories. Death will break her claws on some I keep.

He’s got things to do, places to be, realities to believe in. He can feel the phone he’s been told to keep switched off in this communication-free zone vibrating in his pocket and he thanks...

The ground was silvery, as if some stars had fallen there.

They’re all true. They all could have happened.

Of all that I have possessed in my life, my memories are the only things remaining to me. Indeed, I believe that memories are the only real treasure any human can hope to hold always.

He had to deal all at once with the packed regrets and stifled memories of an inarticulate lifetime

There are photographs of people you don’t recognize and photographs of you in ways you don’t wish to be remembered, but they each contain elements of places or times you do not wish to forget.

Most things are forgotten over time. Even the war itself, the life-and-death struggle people went through is now like something from the distant past. We’re so caught up in our everyday lives that events of...

Sit back and enjoy. And remember: Always be careful what you say around your kids.

The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there.

Careful with what you know and what you experience. Sometimes, closed mouth with memories is better than opened mouth with stories.

Our lives are the sum of our memories. How much are we willing to lose from our already short lives by … not paying attention?

When everything else crumbles to dust, all we have left are the memories. I thought of Ophelia, wandering the theater, mind half gone…Never shall I cut from memory my sweet love’s beauty.

When my husband died, people kept telling me not to cry. People kept trying to help me to forget. But I didn’t want to forget… So I realize, that if it’s hard for me, how...

For better or for worse, music is the language of memory. It is also the language of love.

I don’t fancy colors of the face, I’m always attracted to colors of the brain.

Have you ever listened to a song from a long time ago; from your past; a song that was filled with so many memories tied to it, that you felt it so deeply- that it...

You realize that you habitually thought of Mom when something in your life was not going well, because when you thought of her it was as though something got back on track, and you felt...

Coming to terms with incest is not easy. Learning to be a survivor, not a victim, gives new meaning to life

My earliest memories of rap music was mixed with my earliest memories of reggae music. They were big sounds around the way, heavy bass lines, strong messages, definitely.

At one point, she said after a while, at one point we thought we might raise silkworms in one of the empty rooms. But then we never did. Oh, for the countless things one fails...

Wishes are memories coming from our future!

What matters is at the end of life, when you’re about to pass into oblivion, that you’ve at least scratched ‘Kilroy was here,’ on the last wall of the universe.

The Christmas memories you make this year will be the ones you remember in the years to come.