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...

When you avoid going to bed early because you know that if you go, those memories will again make your pillow wet and your eyes swollen.

I was increasingly both horrified and sceptical about these memories – I had no recall of these things at all, though I couldn’t imagine why I’d want to make it all up either. It felt...

One hundred years of students have formative memories of Gilman Hall. What we’re trying to make sure of is that another hundred years of students have memories that are just as lasting.

How many ghosts might return to the promenade, haunted by the echoes of those promises, perhaps eager to catch a glimpse of what could have been? Would they laugh at the survivors shuffling about in...

A territory is only possessed for a moment in time.

Dwelling on the loneliness inherent in a city such as this when you dream of endless mountains and expanses of blue sky is a recipe for torment.

Desiree. It’s like falling in love every night and having your heart broken every morning… Having more memory is just a way of distorting a greater amount of the past.

Certain moments in my life are imprinted in me memory.They’re easy to recall with perfect clarity, whether I want to remember them or not. Any small thing can trigger them: a phrase, a smell, a...

The scent of your asshole smells like childhood memories. I mean it would, if I grew up in New Jersey.

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.