If we were scars, our memories would be the stitches holding us together. You couldn’t cut them apart, and if you did, it would tear you in two.””But my memories hurt,” she said. “I want...

Everyone is born and they die, but it’s the memories they leave behind that define them and let them live on than others.

A boy from Brooklyn used to cruise on summer nights.As soon as he’d hit sixty he’d hold his hand out the window,cupping it around the wind. He’d been assuredthis is exactly how a woman’s breast...

Ist nicht eigentliches Ziel von Roman und Museum, unsere Erinnerungen so aufrichtig wie möglich zu erzählen und dadurch unser Glück in das Glück anderer zu verwandeln?

The memory of the pain did not destroy the reality of the pleasure; grief did not obliterate joy.

Bricks without straw are more easily made than imagination without memories.

Through pictures, we cut reality in pieces. We selected only the choicest moments, discarding the rest as if they’d never happened.

I was learning that when you’re with someone who is dying, you may need to celebrate the past, live the present, and mourn the future all at the same time.

They waited awhile before lighting the candles; the gloom allowed the past to slip cozily into the present. But the memories were of a time that was gone and didn’t overshadow the present. But the...

I’ve never tried to block out the memories of the past, even though some are painful. I don’t understand people who hide from their past. Everything you live through helps to make you the person...

We live in deeds not years In thoughts not breaths In feelings not figures on a dial. We should count time by heart throbs. He most lives who thinks most, feels noblest, acts the best.

People say that a time machine can’t be invented, but they’ve already invented a device that can stop time, cameras are the world’s first time machines.

A thousand moments lost because you took them for granted, just because you expected a thousand more.

Submitted for your approval–the curious case of Colleen O’Brien and thegorgeous time traveling Scot who landed in her living room.” – Rod Serling

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.

[M]ost people go through life a wee bit disappointed in themselves. I think we all keep a memory of a moment when we missed someone or something, when we could have gone down another path,...

They thought more before nine a.m. than most people thought all month. I remember once declining cherry pie at dinner, and Rand cocked his head and said, ‘Ahh! Iconoclast. Disdains the easy, symbolic patriotism.’ And...

We tend to think of memories as monuments we once forged and may find intact beneath the weedy growth of years. But, in a real sense, memories are tied to and describe the present. Formed...

Actors are good liars, writers are good liars with good memories.

The past is a tricky thing. Sometimes it’s etched in stone. And other times, it’s rendered in soft memories. But if you meddle too long in deep, dark things… Who knows what monsters you’ll awaken?

One forgot, one forgot. What hold had one on the past? The present moment was a little travelling in darkness.

Cabel felt the familiar nostalgic excitement of the endless possibilities encapsulated in a summers’ night at Silver Beach. He smiled at himself as a boy and, more ruefully, at the man who now stood on...

It brings back memories. I think it’s something you may think about every now and then. It’s something I’ll never forget and at the same time, it’s another season and I just have to get...

Experience had taught me that even the most precious memories fade with the passage of time.

I miss your face. That big bright smile. You always had it, in any weather. It’s hard for me to find one these days. These cold November days. Except when I think of you.

In theory momentos serve to bring back the moment. In fact they serve only to make clear how inadequately I appreciated the moment when it was here. How inadequately I appreciated the moment when it...

He felt like home.

Agony’s PlotA zephyr skimmedacross my creamy skingently kissingwhere the sun had been….

He thinks of the rotten parachute they played with as kids in Arcadia: they hurtle through life aging unimaginably fast, but each grasps a silken edge of memory that billows between them and softens the...

As a boy, because I was born and raised in Ohio, about 60 miles north of Dayton, the legends of the Wrights have been in my memories as long as I can remember.

Only in sleep, where there’s nothing but mind, can the mind clearly process all of the day’s experiences/memories – without distraction. And, perhaps, only in sleep, where there’s nothing but mind, can the mind truly...

I lit a fire and sat there in my rocking chair. We lit a candle for him. It was as simple as that. I knew that what I had done may have been a catalyst...

It’s painful when the phantom of the past keeps on lingering you even you wanted to move on.

Rare and precious moments, how I long to live with you eternally! If only your sweetness never ceased to touch my lips, and the flutters you evoke nevermore faded away. I dream of your arm...

For me, Mama’s cabinet had been full of mysteries and secrets to be puzzled out, like an adventure. For them it had been full of memories. And I had broken all of them.

From now on when people asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I planned to say, Amnesiac.

It’s Not About You, Mr. Santa Claus

you wereand always will bethat first ever touchto have fertilizedthe groundbeneath my life’s treesthat first ever roseto have fragrancedthe rest of my memories.

It’s the time of our lives; let’s make mistakes, not care. Let’s make memories.

The true definition of mental illness is when the majority of your time is spent in the past or future, but rarely living in the realism of NOW.

The important thing about having lots of things to remember is that you’ve got to go somewhere afterwards where you can remember them, you see? You’ve got to stop. You haven’t really been anywhere until...

Liars ought to have good memories

But some memories are more important than others,’ she says. ‘Because some memories belong to more than just one other person…Some memories tell us about who we are. They need to be kept safe so...