Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar…

Sometimes things become possible if we want them bad enough.

The first person who is on your mind the moment you open your eyes after a long sleep is the reason either of your happiness or pain.

To be human is to have a collection of memories that tells you who you are and how you got there.

There were so many of these moments that could never be captured accurately, even in the camcorder, only in the heart.

If you see an old man talking to himself, he might not be a fool or crazy. He might be sharing a conversation with the past, warmed by a memory he need not reveal.

I was assailed by memories of a life that wasn’t mine anymore, but one in which I’d found the simplest and most lasting joys: the smells of summer, the part of town I loved, a...

The reason negative emotions burn out so very slowly in us is because we keep igniting them with old, unpleasant memories.

When we turn 21,we begin to regret the sins we did not committed…

You know what my earliest memories are? Going from one burlesque town to another. My father was in burlesque.

Sometimes the hardest part of growing it is not the responsabilities you might get, but it is to lose the essence of love , and never find the way back to where it was.

I need a new trick if I am to walk without legs, see without eyes or speak without words.

I could tell you it’s the heart, but what is really killing him is loneliness. Memories are worse than bullets.

You can outrun your memories, but sometime, you will have to stop. And when you do, there will always be Stepmother, waiting to be remembered.

These memories sustained him, but not so easily. Too often they reminded him of where he was when he last summoned them. They lay on the far side of a great divide in time, as...

Asides your power, passion and poise, what glues the posters of your impacts on memorial walls is how you treat those you need and those who need you.

Books are like flypaper, memories cling to the printed pages better than anything else.

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...

Every summer, like the roses, childhood returns.

In that moment I understood what they say about nostalgia, that no matter if you’re thinking something good or bad, it always leaves you a little emptier afterward.

It’s neat to be a part of what they are a part of. They have memories that will last a lifetime. It’s something special that they’ll never see again. The memories of them playing together,...

It is…difficult to describe someone, since memories are by their nature fragmented, isolated, and arbitrary as glimpses one has at night through lighted windows.[E]very memory is turned over and over again, every word, however chance,...

All are failures makes us change our lives, but changes our will always be in our memories.

Memories are dangerous things. You turn them over and over, until you know every touch and corner, but still you’ll find an edge to cut you.

Time goes on, and your life is still there, and you have to live it. After a while you remember the good things more often than the bad. Then, gradually, the empty silent parts of...

Love happens only once, what happens after that is just compromise; with your heart and with your life…

…strands of your hair and tendrils of the wind spin into nothingness the memories of that day…

Ah God! to see the branches stirAcross the moon at Grantchester!To smell the thrilling-sweet and rottenUnforgettable, unforgottenRiver-smell, and hear the breeze Sobbing in the little trees.Say, do the elm-clumps greatly standStill guardians of that holy...

More we remember more is chance to know who we are….

The palest ink will endure beyond the memories of man

The question is, shall it or shall it not be linear history. I’ve always thought a kaleidoscopic view might be an interesting heresey. Shake the tube and see what comes out. Chronology irritates me. There...

Never let your memories be greater than your dreams.

It’s funny. Looking back, none of it seems to matter now, those moments of yearning, craving to belong with people I thought mattered. No more fragments of glass, pieces of a broken mirror you can’t...

The necklace of life is strung with the pearls of everyday memories; treasure them.

I find myself focusing up at the sky — the only roof left — because too many memories are drowning me.

Sometime we must visit old memories to make new ones.

Even now that he is gone I have him still, in the richness of my memories. I’ve lived my life again just telling it to you.

Wish for the best, prepare for the worst

Shapes began to appear in the mist as it thickened. Clary saw herself and Simon as children, holding hands, crossing a street in Brooklyn,; she had barrettes in her hair and Simon was adorably rumpled,...

Die Vergangenheit war wie jene altmodischen, mit Kräutern und Blumen gefüllten Duftkissen, deren Aroma die Kleider durchdringt und an ihnen haften bleibt.

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.