It’s just this: that there are places we all come from-deep-rooty-common places- that makes us who we are. And we disdain them or treat them lightly at our peril. We turn our backs on them...

Memories are like Diamonds. They are precious and and wonderful things. Cherish each one.

Kau, berbahagialah. Jangan menengok kembali kenangan kau-aku itu. Itu bukan lagi tentang kita. Itu hanyalah tentang kau-aku. Kau bisa melihat perbedaannya, bukan?

Halt,” he calls.But Werner has crossed the edge of the field, where he steps on a trigger land mine set there by his own army three months before, and disappears in a fountain of earth.

It’s an old guitar; it’s kind of beat up, but there are just so many memories in it.

One minute you are here and the next moment you are some place else, some time a long ago. That is the thing about your mind. Memories. Everything still exists in the folds of your...

There are memories that time does not erase… Forever does not make loss forgettable, only bearable.

Will. For a moment her heart hesitated. She remembered when Will had died, her agony, the long nights alone, reaching across the bed every morning when she woke up, for years expecting to find him...

Tại sao? Tại sao khi nhìn lại quá khứ thì những gì đẹp đẽ của chúng ta lại rạn nứt bởi sự thật xấu xa tiềm ẩn trong đó? Tại sao hồi ức về những...

Isn’t she just Little Miss Sweetness and Light?” – and it was a statement that put him off proposing. It made him seriously reassess his options. He didn’t want to be with someone others saw...

Sometimes memories follow you wherever you go-you don’t need to take them with you.

Thoughtful for Winter’s future sorrow,Its gloom and scarcity;Prescient to-day, of want to-morrow,Toiled quiet Memory.’Tis she that from each transient pleasureExtracts a lasting good;’Tis she that finds, in summer, treasureTo serve for winter’s food.And when Youth’s...

To remember is to disengage from the present.

I hate my body Hate what it remembers. Hate what it let him do.

Memories are either the greatest poetry, when they are memories of a vital happiness, or a burning pain, when they touch dried wounds.p. 479

She didn’t want to forget how deeply she had loved him, how important it had been to her; she felt as if to discard the memory would be a betrayal of her younger self.

Aching familiar in a way that made me wish I was still eight. Eight was before death or divorce or heartbreak. Eight was just eight. Hot dogs and peanut butter, mosquito bites and splinters, bikes...

You can hide memories, suppress them, but you can’t erase the history that produced them

In our lives are special moments that live as their own, the rest is movement with the passage of time.

But she knew that no matter what beauty lay behind, it must remain there. No one could go forward with a load of aching memories.

We want our children to have a childhood that’s magical and enriched, but I’ll bet that your best childhood memories involve something you were thrilled to do by yourself. These are childhood’s magic words: “I...

He paused again as a tear of longing rolled from cheek to lip with the sweet-salty taste of an old memory.

The information. Every bit that of information that was ever in your brain. But the information is not the mind Jenna. That we’ve never accomplished before. What we’ve done with you is groundbreaking. We cracked...

You are not a ghost.’ I was sure of that. Wherever the dreams came from, they were not really her.’Of course I am.’ Amy shook her head. ‘That is all memories are. Ghosts and demons...

Memories are of the ethereal, and not the material world, that is how I know I am forever.

Yes, and our sister’s sons are candid now about a creepy business which used to worry them a lot: They cannot find their mother or their father in their memories anywhere – not anywhere. The...

Time had not faded my memories (as I had prayed to God it might), nor had it healed my wounds as it is said always to do. I began each day with the hope that...

Images flicker, each one bringing its own sorrow or its own smile. Sometimes both. At the very worst, an impenetrable and sightless black and at best, a happiness so bright that it hurts the eyes...

I take a picture, but it’s not about who is in the picture or the background of it. It’s about the memories and meanings it holds.

These are the quicksilver moments of my childhood I cannot remember entirely. Irresistible and emblematic, I can recall them only in fragments and shivers of the heart.

In the West we cling to the past like limpets. In Haiti the present is the axis of all life. As in Africa, past and future are but distant measures of the present, and memories...

When those who name dead people have gone, there just remains the calmness of foreign cemeteries, in which nothing appears familiar and nothing frightens you.

She ordered a martini and encouraged me to, but said she couldn’t drink it with her medication. She just liked seeing it in front of her, like the old days, all set to do its...

Quien de verdad quiera conservar en la memoria lo sucedido, no debe entregarse a los recuerdos. El recuerdo humano es un proceso demasiado agradable como para retener el pasado; es lo contrario de lo que...

Don’t get me wrong, it’s a good thing to be remembered. But everyday their memories get fewer, less intense. Certain aspects of the memory will become dishevelled, twisted into a form unrecognisable. Until finally the...

I am a complete sentimentalist when it comes to clothes. I have so many memories attached to them that I can’t throw anything out.

Food shouldn’t be that shade of green, lass.” – Faolán MacIntyre

It is said that when a person is experiencing death, and when shards of life begins to disintegrate from his mortal body, he starts getting a flashback of his entire life right in front of...

Without realizing that the past is constantly determining their present actions, they avoid learning anything about their history. They continue to live in their repressed childhood situation, ignoring the fact that is no longer exists,...

And then you leave the memories behind.When you look at the pictures It seems like it was always fun. But you know thatin that photos everyone was actually broken deep down inside. Wounded. Bleeding. Crying...

Sometimes it’s more painful to draw to mind the good times

I have several memories of playing outside in the garage against them, basically them beating me down until I cried, but it worked out. It all paid off.

Perhaps memory is a thing that everyone involved has to work at, like stitching up a big quilt out of everything that ever happened to you.

Mi sa che è questo il mio limite: mi mancano le conclusioni, nel senso che ho l’impressione che niente finisca mai veramente. Io vorrei, vorrei davvero che i dispiaceri scaduti, le persone sbagliate, le risposte...

When you touch a man’s heart, he will remember it forever.

Nay! Alas for us all! And for all that walk in the world in these after-days. For such is the way of it: to find and lose, as it seems to those whose boat is...

I don’t think I remember my first memory

I couldn’t tell what colour her eyes were. They were wet and dark and shining, like pools of deep, still water. For a second I thought I could see pictures in them, like I was...

Toy is talking and this is why I love her. She can go on about herself ceaselessly and like the scratching of a branch against the window at night, the steady insistence of it is...

She has never tried to find out what happened to her family — her mother or her relatives in Ireland. But over and over, Molly begins to understand as she listens to the tapes, Vivian...