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.

If you don’t do anything stupid when you’re young, you won’t remember something funny when you’re old.

It is now recognised that dissociation is a way of forgetting, for a time. The mind siphons off the bad memories into a separate part, and reclaiming those hidden-away memories us a complex process. So,...

And the air–I don’t know how to describe it exactly–it had that strange cool spring feeling in it, that feeling as if you remember something wonderful but you’re not quite sure what it is.

Time made apologies and absolution unnecessary. Time didn’t really heal, it just made bad memories distant so that the brain couldn’t recapture the lost pain

…I stir in bed and the memories rise out of me like a buzz of flies from a carcass. I crave to be rid of them…

The city is sore with movement, but still it oscillates. Busy people churn through grey-toned streets, their briefcases held close, rustling against trouser legs. The collective machine is tired, but each worker drives on. Gleaming...

You will find, as you get older, that the key to being happy is being able to turn those bad memories into treasured ones. I used to cringe at the thought of you being angry...

Nothing brings to life again a forgotten memory like a fragrance.

I carry all of my childhood memories in my mind. But maybe that’s not the best place for them. Well, you’ve got some extra space in your closet. Do you think I could store them...

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...

My mother gave it to me mother, who passed it to me. Now is the right time to give it to you. Not just because you’re leaving and will need something that always connects you...

I know I could have saved your ashes to put into the ocean, but I wanted you to have the journey, all the way with the currents, to the open sea. And I know that...

It really is the end of an era. John’s always saying, ‘Let’s go out and make some memories.’ That’s what we try to do. We know it’s over. Let’s just try to make one more...

Consult your memory to know what matters most in your life.

There were some memories, though, that never faded.

It is as if people refused to leave their dead alone, forced them back into the light, made them keep their composure even in death.

No trees, sky or ground. No other buildings or fields. No winding path, no brambles, no outhouse or pond or flowers, no sunshine or children playing. Just blackness.

Pocas cosas engañan más que los recuerdos.

Bhulaney ke liay bhi tujhy yaad tu kerna hoga,Magar her yaad se hain wabasta teri hazaar baatain,Teri in baaton ka kahin tu hisaab hoga,Faqat guzri hain iss fikr mein meri hazaar raatain.