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.

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.

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.

Whether you need to remember the past or not, It changes nothing but gives the best choice for the future that makes You always to remember your past.

The importance of friends few people would be able to recognize some friend comes in our life readily and consequently they goes but life doesn’t stop for anyone but only one thing remains that is...

Treacherous people do not last only memories of their treason last.So will it last with emotions mixed, of love and hate for treacherous ones.

You went from my life right into my dreams,i can hardly tell,If i’m cursed or blessed ;I am sure things aren’t always as they seem,but i drift away,mesmerized, possessed.Memories i have uncertain and fragile,Is what...

Isn’t it funny how the memories you cherish before a breakup can become your worst enemies afterwards? The thoughts you loved to think about, the memories you wanted to hold up to the light and...

Nearly two years of dates. Still no question. Her mother and father want to set a proper date. Still no question. Her friends keep asking, when, Natasha? When? But she still hasn’t been asked The...

I’d love to know how Dad saw me when I was 6. I’d love to know a hundred things. When a parent dies, a filing cabinet full of all the fascinating stuff also ceases to...