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

You can spend a lifetime trying to erase memories. It doesn’t change the fact that they took place. Acceptance is the key.

Memories are killing. So you must not think of certain things, of those that are dear to you, or rather you must think of them, for if you don’t there is the danger of finding...

But it is somewhat true because, as a society, we have short memories and there are always new tragedies to capture our collective imagination.

Sometimes it’s your fragrance that comes to me, out of the blue, on a crowded road in a Sunday afternoon.But more often, it’s memories of us that cross my mind almost every lone evening.All I...

For the coaching staff, when we pulled in and saw the ballpark, man, memories just start.

The thing is, all memory is fiction. You have to remember that. Of course, there are things that actually, certifiably happened, things you can pinpoint the day, the hour, the minute. When you think about...

What you are is a freaking estrogen magnet.

Liars need to have good memories.

…a noisy parade of memories that frustrate her because of the way they play themselves out. These memories-it feels like she’s back there in the moment, like she has the moment to do over and...

there’s a blessing ;even when you lose That ; There’s always stay inside Your Heart, Memories That You’ll never Been Forgotten Until the Rest Of Your Life ; mine?; There’s inside My Heaven “Miquel Andre”...

All great roads are paved with uncomfortable memories.

I have learned that if you must leave a place that you have lived in and loved and where all your yesteryears are buried deep, leave it any way except a slow way, leave it...

Wounds heal. Scars fade. Awful memories can be overwritten with better ones if given the chance. The little imperfections of our psyches become overshadowed by the people whose love we cherish because they cherish us...

There is no memory of him here!” And so stand stricken, so remembering him.

Those static images have the uncanny ability to jar the memory and bring places and people back to life. They bridge the present with the past and validate as real what the passage of time...

Childhood has no forebodings; but then, it is soothed by no memories of outlived sorrow

We are somebody’s memories when we are gone,

And, even yet, I dare not let it languish,Dare not indulge in memory’s rapturous pain;Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish,How could I seek the empty world again?