Memories Quotes
The power of things inheres in the memories they gather up inside them, and also in the vicissitudes of our imagination, and our memory--of this there is no doubt.
Sometimes, it's better to bunk a class and enjoy with friends, because now, when I look back, marks never make me laugh, but memories do.
If I’m not around I hope you’ll remember me and together we will hold on to our favorite song.
our feet are grape-squashed in memoriesour skins are still flushedfrom the touch of summer’s lips.
Friends are like ants, they walk into your life unnoticed and take over your life as if its like their own. But unlike ants they leave behind million smiles, uncountable memories.
When you choose your life, ignore people, when you make it in life, remember some friends, when you sing a song, praise your source, when predicaments arises, stand your ground.
A photo frame with many pictures is the best present ever for a long trip. I can almost feel all those moments..
Let go of yesterday, you made it! Don't use yesterday's state of mind to make today's decisions.
And that's when I heard the whisper in my heart's ear: "It's not about your childhood. It's about who you are!
All memories fade away in the end. Then, only dreams are left. And because they are all we have, we confide our life’s worries to them.
Sometimes I dream that I'm writing a memoir. A memoir would just be the thing to keep me in the hearts and memories of my adoring public.
Let my memories of you be like water on the moon. A beautiful impossibility - but allowing me to sleep and dream of infinite beginnings rather than Othello endings.
She had never had a daydream that dreamed itself, like nightmares. That crawled out of her brain like a creature of the dark. A daymare.
It was like trying to recall a forgotten dream—each time I felt close to remembering where we’d met, the memories slipped away.
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
Memories lie slumbering within us for months and years, quietly proliferating, until they are woken by some trifle and in some strange way blind us to life.
We humans are different--our brains are built not to fix memories in stone but rather to transform them. Our recollections change in their retelling.
Lately, I couldn't remember those years, as if childhood was a movie I'd only seen the previews to.
Human beings are self-motivated. The two desires that spur human action are hunger and love. Without memory, humankind would no longer hunger for love.
Our most potent memories include the taste and smells of foods we enjoyed as a child in part because it reminds us of who fed us a meal.
Touching him is familiar and unfamiliar. We have been here before. Also we have never been here before.
He had managed to lock away everything he didn't want to remember... and the memories returned as well.
Memory is like that. It alters itself so that girlsare always trapped under the earth, waiting in the dark.
No person can walk all alone because to walk all alone one must have no memories at all from the past!
Novelty has a way of intensifying memory. The less often you do something, the deeper the memory burrows in.
We want so badly to be happy – to live the kinds of lives that we always hoped we’d live – that we give gifts to ourselves by remembering things not as they were, but as we wish they were.
Bad days my memory functions no better than an out-of-focus kaleidoscope, but other days me recall is painfully perfect.
It is such a strange fact that memories of people are more loyal and more faithful than the people themselves! When a person dies or leaves us, his memories yet stay with us!
The problem with memories is they get more valuable with time, and the places we keep them get weaker with age.
Just remember: If you make unfounded assumptions before choosing a path, you’re blindly sauntering along.
But I remember the place with fondness ... not perfect but, all in all, not a bad memory.
There are photographs of people you don't recognize and photographs of you in ways you don't wish to be remembered, but they each contain elements of places or times you do not wish to forget.
Music replays the past memories, awaken our forgotten worlds and make our minds travel.
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.
Don't let the day go by without a handful of fun, for only those we'll be memorable and even intensified through time
