By having good memories on every place you just visit, you are building paradise in your own heart and your life.

The people you love become ghosts inside of you, and like this you keep them alive.

Now we wake up with our memoryand fix our gazes on that which was;whispering sweetness, which once coursed through us,sits silently beside us with loosened hair

Memory is like patches of sunlight in an overcast valley, shifting with the movement of the clouds. Now and then the light will fall on a particular point in time, illuminating it for a moment...

Then one morning she’d begun to feel her sorrow easing, like something jagged that had cut into her so long it had finally dulled its edges, worn itself down. That same day Rachel couldn’t remember...

I wouldn’t have missed a single minute of it, Not for the whole world.

smell is one of the key to unlock our momories

One of the paradoxical and transformative aspects of implicit traumatic memory is that once it is accessed in a resourced way (through the felt sense), it, by its very nature, changes. Out of the shattered...

Nothing stands still, except in our memory.

A sense of security, of well-being, of summer warmth pervades my memory. That robust reality makes a ghost of the present. The mirror brims with brightness; a bumblebee has entered the room and bumps against...

How prudently most men creep into nameless graves, while now and then one or two forget themselves into immortality.

Dimly–at first wary that it was merely a dislodged fragment of the dream–she remembered Resurgam. And then, slowly, events returned, not as a tidal wave, or even as as landslide, but as a slow, squelching...

What made Olive the saddest about the Gardners was that everyone wanted to be enshrined in someone’s memory. It was the only way of living on after death, really: in the minds of loved ones....

…early on Monday evening, when the sky was the color of a velvet ribbon falling over the hills.

Irremediablemente, él nota el regusto de melancolía. De pronto los recuerdos acuden atropellándose: palabras breves como gemidos deslizándose por una piel desnuda, escorzo de líneas largas y suaves reflejadas sobre un espejo que multiplicaba el...

I found myself intent on keeping the memories of the year to myself.[…]I didn’t want to share them. Because I didn’t want to dilute them

All great roads are paved with uncomfortable memories.

Que grande vantagem o recordar intrasigentemente!Agora tenho pena de nunca mais ter visto a outra raparigaE tenho pena de nem sequer ter olhado para esta(…)Porque todas as recordações são a mesma recordação,Tudo o que foi...

But the windows of the house of Memory, and the windows of the house of Mercy, are not so easily closed as windows of glass and wood. They fly open unexpectedly; they rattle in the...

Memory is igneous more than ingenious, igneous, and like granite, intrusive, heaved up within oneself, the whole range of one’s life, mountains’ forbidding height looming over the plains where one lives, mountains formed by the...

Women do not lie about their age. In fact, no woman ever has, its just that memory is the first thing to go.

He put his hand on his forehead and scoured the French department of his memory for a word. He knew it was in there. He’d put it in almost fifty years before and hadn’t had...

Maybe his memory will be clearer later.

Images are the pegs holding down memory’s billowing tent.

believe that you’ve had most of your important memories by the time you’re thirty. After that, memory becomes water overflowing into an already full cup. New experiences just don’t register in the same way or...

People with dissociative disorders are like actors trapped in a variety of roles. They have difficulty integrating their memories, their sense of identity and aspects of their consciousness into a continuous whole. They find many...

If you wish to forget anything on the spot, make a note that this thing is to be remembered.

The existence of forgetting has never been proved: we only know that some things do not come to our mind when we want them to.

Our dreams and stories may contain implicit aspects of our lives even without our awareness. In fact, storytelling may be a primary way in which we can linguistically communicate to others—as well as to ourselves—the...

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 rivers are my memory, and I drink them at their basin and remember.

It may not seem like much – a few kisses in the dark – but it was enough to burn a hole like an ulcer in my heart.

I didn’t sleep well last night because one of my ghosts came back, haunting with his presence, and when I woke up, the others weren’t here, haunting with their memory.

Tigana, let my memory ofyou be like a blade in mysoul.

They had a sort of quiet insistence that you keep alive the memory of those who marked the path.

Memory is weak, imagination strong.

Memory training is not just for the sake of performing party tricks; it’s about nurturing something profoundly and essentially human.

I don’t want to be a memory, I want to be a thought

At a time when history made its way slowly, the few events were easily remembered and woven into a backdrop, known to everyone, before which private life unfolded the gripping show of its adventures. Nowadays,...

From one moment to another memory steps back to rediscover the past

But, when nothing subsists of an old past, after the death of people, after the destruction of things, alone, frailer but more enduring, more immaterial, more persistent, more faithful, smell and taste still remain for...

Go with the boy.” The possibility of such hours will never be reborn for me.

Time has a memory with life, the universe, and everything.

As usual, he saves his wife’s for last. He leans on the cane and he looks at the headstone and he thinks about many things. Taffy. He thinks about taffy. He thinks it would take...

It follows that the one thing we should not do to the men and women of past time, and particularly if they ghost through to us as larger than life, is to take them out...

The path of memory is neither straight or safe, and we travel down it at our risk.

And if that’s the case — if we are our remembering selves — then it matters far less how we feel moment to moment with our children. They play rich and crucial roles in our...

For the record, he can tell you he actually has no memory of the accident whatsoever.

Thank God for the potholes on memory lane.