[Think] of an experience from your childhood. Something you remember clearly, something you can see, feel, maybe even smell, as if you were really there. After all you really were there at the time, weren’t...

were the last words that I wrote for you enough to tell youthat in my death the light that shone through my painful darknesswas a blinding vision of your eternal smile?cold scalpel’s steel whispers tear...

My heart’s with you, Bill, no matter how it turns out. My heart is with all of them, and I think that, even if we forget each other, we’ll remember in our dreams.

To reminisce with my old friends, a chance to share some memories, and play our songs again.

I thought of you and how you love this beauty,And walking up the long beach all aloneI heard the waves breaking in measured thunderAs you and I once heard their monotone.Around me were the echoing...

The world is shaped by two things — stories told and the memories they leave behind.

We thought everything would be forgotten, but I still remember yourclaws running down my back.I wonder if you still think about us,the way I do.How our legs would crash into each other in the middle...

A tormented mind wants to forget, what a broken heart will always remember.

The past may not hurt you, but it won’t challenge you, either.

Unhappy memories are persistent. They’re specific, and it’s the details that refuse to leave us alone. Though a happy memory may stay with you just as long as one that makes you miserable, what you...

Keep memories of insult on a short leash, and memories of blessing on a long one.

Falling asleep with hopes and wishes that I rarely get to hold in my hand for long…go me. All I’ve got are memories and secrets.

Right now, in this dusty anti-paradise, I have absolutely no hand in the future at all.

Our memories and events in our lives are untidy things. We wish that we can file them away and shut the door, or wish the opposite – that they would stay forever.

Even as I think them, the words lose their context, dissolve into grains of absurdity in the vast ocean of day-to-day hunger.

I was afraid to fall asleep, but staying awake also brought back painful memories. Memories I sometimes wish I could wash away, even though I am aware that they are an important part of what...

Life is for memories, full of fun, with friends, families and joyful sun.

Memories fade but words hang around forever.

I’ve been wondering,” Isabelle commented reflectively over dessert, “if it is foolish to make new memories when you know you are going to lose them.

It scares me how hard it is to remember life before you. I can’t even make the comparisons anymore, because my memories of that time have all the depth of a photograph. It seems foolish...

How do you know when it’s over?” “Maybe when you feel more in love with your memories than with the person standing in front of you.

Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.

Regrets serve their purpose. You’ll see.

Analysis helps patients put their unconscious procedural memories and actions into words and into context, so they can better understand them. In the process they plastically retranscribe these procedural memories, so that they become conscious...

I know that happy things and fun things eventually come to an end. But things that are scary and sad come to an end, too. They always do. Even if you can’t always believe that…please...

And years from now,you may not remember exactly what you ate.But you’ll remember who you ate with.

You can’t love a city if you have no memories burried there.

My father spoke with his hands. He was deaf. His voice was in his hands. And his hands contained his memories.

And a man without memories is just a shell.

The power of things inheres in the memories they gather up inside them, and also in the vicissitudes of our imagination, and our memory–of this there is no doubt.

I’ve learned that some memories surprise you and reveal a sharp edge just when you least expect it.

When they look at a beautiful view, most people see their memories, not the view!

I am hopelessly in love with a memory. An echo from another time, another place.

Some memories are realities and are better than anything that can ever happen to one again.

No matter what happens i choose to value the memories of the good times, grow from the lessons of the bad times because i don’t regret a single moment of it, every detail made me...

I pretended like all the oranges rolling everywhere were her happy memories and they were looking for a new person to stick to so they didn’t get wasted.

My world is a million shattered pieces put together, glued by my tears, where each piece is nothing but a reflection of YOU.

A picture’s worth a thousand words. But a single word can make you think of over a thousand pictures in your mind, over a thousand moments, a thousand memories.

When you are joyful, when you say yes to life and have fun and project positivity all around you, you become a sun in the center of every constellation, and people want to be near...

Happy now? That fiery enough for you?

To see something marvellous with your own eyes – that’s wonderful enough. But when two of you see it, two of you together, holding hands, holding each other close, knowing that you’ll both have that...

There are far better things ahead than any we live behind.

Nothing is perfect,” sighed the fox. “My life is very monotonous. I run after the chickens; the men run after me. All the chickens are the same; all the men are the same. Consequently, I...

Memories, real and irreplaceable, all of them. The happy ones, the bitter ones, the terrified and the poignant.

Every Adventure Has a Back Story. When we look at our past relationships, often there are one or two we may tend to go back to in our minds, and we see them through the...

The Old Days, the Lost Days — in the half-closed eyes of memory (and in fact) they never marched across a calendar; they huddled round a burning log, leaned on a certain table, or listened...

The sight of a child…will arouse certain longings in adult, civilized persons — longings which relate to the unfulfilled desires and needs of those parts of the personality which have been blotted out of the...

I remember when your name was just another name that rolled without thought off my tongue.Now, I can’t look at your name without an abundance of sentiment attached to each lettter.Your name, which I played...

Do you remember?’ Someone’s always asking andsomeone else, always does

He can hum the music in his old man’s quivering voice, but he prefers it in his head, where it lives on in violins and reedy winds. If he imagines it in rehearsal he can...