I walked in the dark forest at night…I couldn’t see much further in the dark ,I heard the sound of the past, ..Memories Went back clear to me and Fear started hunting me, ..No Way...

And I never started to plow in my lifeThat some one did not stop in the roadAnd take me away to a dance or picnic. I ended up with forty acres; I ended up with...

To save the environment—and my childhood memories, I merged a gas station pump with a jukebox. Look, my car now runs on 80s music!

Your childhood,” said Yackle coaxingly, as if she could smell his thoughts. As if she could sniff out those passages he hadn’t chosen to retail at drink parties. Her words lulled him. The past, even...

The only reality is the now. Why live in the tomorrows and the yesterdays? Live now.

Have you really not noticed, then, that here of all places, in this private, personal solitude that surrounds me, I have turned to you? All the memories of my youth speak to me as I...

I am very proud of these guys and congratulate them on a terrific season with a lot of great memories.

To be taught what TRUE LOVE is …..also teaches you NEVER TO LOVE AGAIN …for true love comes once in a lifetime and last for all eternity ~DC~

I set my face toward the sun again, and I think about my old life—the one I feel as though I’ve abandoned somehow. It hurts to think of it that way. And even though I...

Childhood only comes around once. Make your child’s memories special. Take them on a new adventure each day. It is as simple as opening a book.

Memories are who we are, Tul. In the end, that’s all the luggage you take with you. Love and memories are what last.

When nothing else subsists from the past, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered…the smell and taste of things remain poised a long time, like souls…bearing resiliently, on tiny and...

It struck her how sad it was that all of them had grown up on top of one another like small animals in a too-small cage, and now would simply scatter. And that would be...

Until then we’re going to keep making memories like this, moments when we’re the only two people in the whole world. And when we get scared or lonely or confused, we’ll pull out these memories...

Idyllic memories are merely a jeweled noose.

…we live in the same city but don’t see the same things – you see buildings and I see memories…

Memory is the diary we all carry about with us.

Good memories invite heaven.

A Hard Life With MemoryI’m a poor audience for my memory.She wants me to attend her voice nonstop,but I fidget, fuss,listen and don’t,step out, come back, then leave again.She wants all my time and attention.She’s...

I wait and wait to learn how could you love more?

Having contact sheets for all sorts of episodes in your life seemed to me intriguing and desirable. So much of my own history is beclouded by time, but a few sharp rays, in the form...

It’s about quality, not quantity. It’s about the memories, the bond, the love. It’s about the heart.

Küçük şeyleri unutamayanlar, en geri hatıraları da unutamayanlardır. Hafızalarının bu bahtsız kuvveti karşısında hiçbir memleket, hiçbir vatan tutamadan her yeri, her şeyi severek öleceklerdir.

Because in the end, we die. It’s like Chekhov observed in so many of his plays: ‘in two hundred years, no one will even know we were here.

The lonely, wistful revisionism of memories is as gratingly repetitive as snow and ice in Canada. I avoid them both at all costs – memories and Canada.

Let’s take a walk. You can show me some of your memories and I’ll show you some of mine.

Memories make you sentimental, experiences make you smart.

Magnus didn’t really want this kind of thing this early in the morning – this talk of aching memories and wanting to forget. This conversation needed to end, now.

The streets looked small, of course. The streets that we have only seen as children always do I believe when we go back to them

Even though I knew, deep down, what she was trying to do, I couldn’t hate her. Even when she hurt me, I forgave her.

You have ordinary moments and ordinary moments and more ordinary moments, and then, suddenly, there is something monumental right there. You have the past and future colliding in the present, your own personal Big Bang,...

A Hagrid, le confiaría mi vida-dijo Dumbledore.

Writing is turning one’s worst moments into money.

The girl I used to love is no longer a girl, and this saddens me more than our separation. It puts my own mortality vividly on display, in contrast to my eternally youthful memories.

Still, though no one is an island, most are peninsulas. Our lives wouldn’t make sense without personal memories pinned like butterflies against the velvet backdrop of social history.

I am starting to think that maybe memories are like this dessert. I eat it, and it becomes a part of me, whether I remember it later or not.

memories brings some past that dealt with the pain and yet we choose to embrace it as if we have a lot to gain.

We have to jog people’s memories to get them back in because they forget.

It kind of scares me though, to keep wearing it every day like I do. What happens when I run out of it? Will I forget what she looked like? What it looked like when...

We savour on great memories of happy times.

Psychoanalysis is often about turning our ghosts into ancestors, even for patients who have not lost loved ones to death. We are often haunted by important relationships from the past that influence us unconsciously in...

I want to live my life, carrying my memories with me. Even if those memories are painful, even if those memories do nothing but hurt me, even if I wish I could forget those memories…...

Memories fall like snowflakes upon my dreams. The snowflakes toss and tumble, each different and yet the same.

When the things you love exist only inside your memory they cannot be destroyed or taken from you.

He owned a whole world full of memories, of lovely moments relived and happy recollections. I’m not saying he was happy or that he didn’t suffer. He suffered very much, but he did not despair;...

Songs can be like photos – they hold a memory, a moment, and thoughts that keep you warm inside.

…it seemed to me that the entire world was like a palace with countless rooms whose doors opened into one another. We were able to pass from one room to the next only by exercising...

I and the girl in the picture have ceased to be the same person. I am her outcome, the result of the life she once lived headlong; whereas she, if she can be said to...

People of deserts cannot know the importance of forests; to know this, one must first have sweet memories spent in the forests!

In this world of memories, there’s no need for strangers.-Kenshin to Kaoru