Memories Quotes
Memories are powerful that way. They can bring a person back to another place and time and make them laugh or cry all over again.
She smiles, and her eyes look as if they can see back into her memory, into all the things that have gone into making a person what they are.
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.
Stains tell a story, ” Zac said, waving his arms as he spoke. “My car is full of random stains.
Memories were waiting at the edges of things, beckoning to me.
In the sea of my emotions, his presence is like a pearl in the oyster. Very hard to locate, yet very precious and still beautiful.
In art, either as creators or participators, we are helped to remember some of the glorious things we have forgotten, and some of the terrible things we were asked to endure...
Whenever it rains, I remember him, not as a tear that hails down as a raindrop, but as a God of fertility. As, every time I remember him, his memories conceive a baby of emotions in me!
...someone ought to invent a tool, a kind of plane to shave the lies away from stories and deception away from memories. I'm a collector of shavings.
Ever poised on that cusp between past and future, we tie memories to souvenirs like string to trees along life’s path, marking the trail in case we lose ourselves around a bend of tomorrow’s road.
In the wind that ruffles through the treesI can find thoughts of you whispering to me
Memories tell me who I was, not who I’ll become. They don’t fix the present any more than they fix the past.
Writing is a kind of repository and can help create a space for the accommodation of new thoughts and feelings. If you don't write these stories down, your heart will be filled up and broken by them.
Fond memories are some of the richest possessions you can have. They never wear away no matter how often you reuse them !
I am suspended in the moment. Flickering images faded with age, frozen thoughts hovering precariously in dead space, a whirlwind of memories that slice through my soul.
Our relationship could now thrive only in my head, and to discuss it with a mother intent—admittedly in my own best interest—on challenging it with reality might do it irreparable harm.
When we are gone, the only essential thing we will leave behind are the memories we create in the lives of those we have touched and those we love.
We are, at least in part, who we remember ourselves to be. Take away our memories, and you take away our selves.
Walls get made, walls crumble, buildings get built, buildings collapse, memories get made, memories last.
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.
Yes, you are right! I am your leftover trash. I hope you know a bum got to eat too. I believe you were one when I met you.
Withdraw, like a turtle, into a hard yet harmless shell, ornamented with beautiful memories of the past.from the book 'I Know Who You Are!
Once we get to know where and why the skeletons of the past are buried, we can start wading across our muddled memories into the open plains of a new horizon. ("Going back to yesterday")
Those happy memories now added to my sorrows.
One can never ever forget the one who they loved in their past and that to their First Love!!'Whenever and whomever it was, your experience with your first love is etched into your memory forever..
There's not a day that goes by, without me thinking of you, dying, in someone else's arms.
Sweet as the past may be, it best remains pressed between the pages of memory, savoured for a moment or two on quiet Sunday afternoons.
They were all gone now, broken or taken by people who had no idea what such items represented. Let them go. She held the past in her heart, with no need of physical items to tie it down.
There is no unstoppable force but time, no impenetrable object except that which separates us from the past.
A past will never die. It's always there and always present as long as your living breathing and able to remember.
You can hide memories, suppress them, but you can’t erase the history that produced them
Trap yourself inside your own brain, switch off the light, block all the escape routes, then turn your back on everything you know to be reality and try and survive there. Try. Living. Nowhere.
Time is not an enemy as such, but a missing person, sending cryptic postcards from the past.
Yes, memories do haunt. Memories of a happy past, in the expectation of a bleak future, in a sad present. - Anita