Memories Quotes

Living in the moment works sometimes, but when alone, it clouds over your memories and dreams, and those are what I need to survive.

Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.From an Irish headstone

If we knew a person was going to die, we'd hold harder to the memories."Fire corrected him, in a whisper. "The good memories.

Those who live in memories are never really dead.

I had someone once who made every day mean something.And now…. I am lost….And nothing means anything anymore.

If you cannot hold me in your arms, then hold my memory in high regard.And if I cannot be in your life, then at least let me live in your heart.

I miss that feeling of connection.Knowing he was out there somewhere thinking about me at the same time I was thinking about him.

The last time I felt alive – I was looking into your eyes.Breathing your air…. touching your skin…… Saying goodbye….The last time I felt alive…. I was dying.

He was both everything I could ever want…And nothing I could ever have…

He looked at me like I was the stars when all I’d ever felt like was the dark nothingness between them.

I’d never dreamed anybody could love me the way he did. And even when he proved it to me time and again – I still could hardly believe it was true.

I still remember that feeling of walking somewhere confidently, seeing him mid stride and putting my foot down just fine… but feeling like I stumbled.

When I was with him suddenly I wasn’t this broken person anymore.I was just me.I was whole again.I was just a person – like everyone else.

I need to stop running back to you in my mind all the time.

There is nothing betterthan us, making memories of us.

I kept you so well, buried beneath the darkest shame and stilled with filthy lies. Perhaps I should have dug deeper.

You’re everything to me. But at best, I’m just a memory to you.

A kiss….….. is just a kiss….Until it’s all you reminisce.(Then the memory becomes your most treasured possession.)

I know he wasn’t perfect…But he did the best impression of it I’ve ever seen.

It hurts that I was just one page in the book of your life…But what hurts more is knowing you’ll revise that chapter someday….….. and you’ll erase me completely.

I try to do something positive – I socialise more…But deep down I know the truth.An entire world of people can never replace the one that I’ve lost.

I had always wanted to hear those words.I had always wanted to be your girl.

For you are you, and I am I, and once we were we… but as long as I exist and so do you – know that I will always love you.

I still think of you every day.But I’m trying not to let it hurt me with the same intensity that it used to.

You made me feel worthwhile…. like for once it mattered if I was here or not because I actually meant something to someone…. because I meant something to you. I miss that feeling.

Perhaps the echoes of people we once loved still linger in the places we frequented with them and that is why we go back… Not so much to remember them as to feel them…

Every memory becomes a golden treasure to us when we have lived our lives with tragedy and triumphs, sadness and happiness.

Even though life is finite, the universe created you with infinite love. Celebrate your birthday with infinite joy and create endless memories.

Don’t resist. Accept it to create memories, and then let it go.

A photograph captures a moment for eternity.

Romance is an illusion of love and excitement that touches our hearts and mind. It lingers in our memories like a fairy tale.

Anyone who has no need of anybody but himself is either a beast or a God."Aristotle

In visions of the night, like dropping rain, Descend the many memories of pain

You don’t deserve my image in your head. You don’t deserve my memories in your chest.

If you haven't cried at least once while writing a chapter of your inspirational book, then you have to ask yourself if your're writing fiction.

Never annoy an inspirational author or you will become the poison in her pen and the villian in every one of her books.

Rich will be my life if I can keep my memories full and brimming, and record them on clear-eyed mornings while I set joyously to work setting pen to holy craft.

Your memory straddles my mind.

There are days when I want to dip my soul in memories and just soak. Then there are others where I'm praying they'll be washed away.

Sometimes, it is wise to let people go without any complaints. If they are a part of our destiny, they will return after a couple of seasons. Till then, let them dwell in the pages of our memories.

I am a memory house for those I have lost, those I no longer know.

I asked myself only when he needed my help, "How will the broken heal the wounded?

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

Life grows too quickly it quickly turns into memories.

What is it when your former life becomes your dreams? The things you took for granted are now in that mystical realm where you can only see them with your eyes closed, ephemeral and distant.

Don't hang out with people who are:UngratefulUnhelpfulUnrulyUnkindlyUnlovingUnambitiousUnmotivatedor make you feel...Uncomfortable

Though my mental illness is more likened to a big, nasty green monster than something heart-wrenchingly beautiful, I think I have learned many wonderful lessons from my many afflictions.

Cold feet under a warm blanket, steam over an empty mug--rain splatters on dry window pane--open journals of closed memories... tears of laughter and joy of pain... schmaltz of diametric morning.

The actuality that the heart does not want to feel, doesn't negate the certitude that it once felt and will still feel.

There are moments when I wish I could roll back the clock and take all the sadness away, but I have the feeling that if I did, the joy would be gone as well.