You know, memories. They’re all I’ve got.

To his inner ear, the cardinal speaks. He says, I saw you, Crumb, when you were at Elvetham: scratching your balls in the dawn and wondering at the violence of the king’s whims. If he...

When something horrible happens, your brain doesn’t process the memories right. It stores everything– sounds, pain, smells, feelings– all mixed up. It doesn’t matter if you believed it or it made sense; it gets stored.

I don’t want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again.

Night is when the whispers of the past become the echoes of the present.

How many times have I gone back to the border of memory and peered into the darkness beyond? But it is not only memories that hover on the border. There are all sorts of phantasmagoria...

Old folks live on memory, young folk live on hope.

People leave traces of themselves where they feel most comfortable, most worthwhile.

The town was paper, but the memories were not.

I’ll tell you this much. Men think memories are like murals or statues or truth or whatever happened, never changes none. But that ain’t so. They can capture the untruth of something, just as easy....

Whether beautiful or terrible, the past is always a ruin.

I see pieces of memories in his eyes. Pieces of us. They are broken, and scattered, but they are there, gradually coming together again at the sight of me.

You spoke to her, in hidden dreams…and smiled at her through open doors. She felt your secret love surround her at times. And while alone she felt your breath, heartbeat and more… Serenity of hers...

When it comes to memories, the good and the bad never balance.

By jogging memories as well as creating wonderful moments by having them performed on this year’s Emmy show, we think we’re giving viewers one more reason to tune in and be entertained. I think we’ve...

In the shop, breathing the scent of dusty grease and oil; in the old house, staring into the living room where Dad and Jake used to take naps together on the couch; in the sheep...

Concepts of memory tend to reflect the technology of the times. Plato and Aristotle saw memories as thoughts inscribed on wax tablets that could be erased easily and used again. These days, we tend to...

…everyone wants to be excited by something magical and wondrous – to be reminded of how they once saw the world …

The worst memories stick with us, while the nice ones always seem to slip through our fingers.

There are moments when I wish I could roll back the clock and take all the sadness away, but I have the feeling that if I did, the joy would be gone as well.

Music is powerful; it transforms emotions and experiences into something tangible. Every time you hear a familiar song, the feelings from it bubble to the surface, bringing back memories you might have otherwise forgotten.

Everybody needs his memories. They keep the wolf of insignificance from the door.

I would think of certain winter nights when he wedged himself between Nona and me in bed, a furtive warmth embedded in his skin already tinctured with virginal earth and milk and possibility, or how...

when I finally begin to driftinto sleepyour memory is the…firstand the moonlightthe last, to kiss my face.

I have been so very, very fortunate in my life. I’ve met or been in contact with several of my childhood heroes. I’ve interacted with people all over this planet, and even though I couldn’t...

Sometimes the bridges you burn light the way out of your darkness, but the memory of the blaze will be burned into your heart and mind forever.

So, we skipped Annabel, and discussed condoms. I said I liked the orange ones, and we ended our talk in laughter.

A sleep of night may fix your bones but to fix your soul you need to sleep a little longer ,maybe forever❤

My memories are like a shuffled deck of cards, each one coming up at random.

It’s the team that finishes the grind that has the special memories.

Tessa had lain down beside him and slid her arm beneath his head, and put her head on his chest,listening to the ever-weakening beat of his heart. And in the shadows they’d whispered, reminding each...

Us reaching the moon convinced Gorbachev and other leaders that the Soviet Union couldn’t compete with the U.S., so they revised their agenda. But people have short memories.

Time is not an enemy as such, but a missing person, sending cryptic postcards from the past.

It’s not easy remembering the good times.

We don’t even survive in the memories of the living. Science has destroyed that myth. Whenever we remember something, what we’re doing is remembering the last time we remembered it; our memory doesn’t go back...

Sitting alone…where we usually used to sit…n looking behind those memories ,we enjoyed together…..

The Doctrine is the Ecstasy

I blinked and the images were gone. But I remembered how the laugh and the howl and the splash would ripple and echo in the stillness of our lake, and I wondered if ripples and...

The past must remain tangible only from a distance and in its truest form, not appearing anymore precious than it was, lest it make the present unbearable. Memories are only for reminding which must never...

Always take a picture for everywhere you go; if you don’t, then all you just lost was the precious memories and moments

But sometimes the memories feel so real, so visceral, so personal, that I confuse them with my own.

It was one of those rare times when remembering the dead was more inmportant than tending to the needs of the living.

… I believe in some sense much akin to the belief of faith, that I noticed, felt, or underwent what I describe—but it may be that the only reason childhood memories act on us so...

When you travel, take many photographs of the place to have a historical memories of the place.

We spend our lives in the attempt to capture memory forever; to capture moments; to capture Time itself.

For our own part, we learned a great deal about the techniques of love, and because we didn’t know the words to denote what we saw, we had to make up our own. That was...

There is so little to remember of anyone – an anecdote, a conversation at a table. But every memory is turned over and over again, every word, however chance, written in the heart in the...

«,Vengarme? ,Venganza? Yo ya tomé la mía. Corté las cabezas de los bandidos que acabaron con mi familia. Las clavé en tres estacas y las miré durante días y días. Y en elvacío y la...

Memories, even bittersweet ones, are better than nothing.

People often get their imagination’s mixed up with their memories.