Memories Quotes
I could wade into this river, let my sins drown to the bottom, let the waters carry me someplace far. Someplace with no ghosts, no memories, and no sins.
Memories are like Diamonds. They are precious and and wonderful things. Cherish each one.
Memories are those endless treasures, which we can keep exploring till eternity and bask in their glory like a slow swinging hammock!
She clung to the memories of her youth as if they were the only way she could save a piece of her soul from whatever it was she was about to face.
Better to leave with good memories than have the last ones be the embarrassing, smoking ruin of what once had been a fantastic friendship.
Some people walk into our lives and leave footprints on our hearts. Others walk into our lives and we want to leave footprints on their face!
I look around the room and can't help but think about how it is the little things we look back on in life. I wonder how often people think that they should pay more attention to them.
you wereand always will bethat first ever touchto have fertilizedthe groundbeneath my life’s treesthat first ever roseto have fragrancedthe rest of my memories.
Like memories in cold decay, Transmissions echoing away, Far from the world of you and I Where oceans bleed into the sky..
The reason negative emotions burn out so very slowly in us is because we keep igniting them with old, unpleasant memories.
I'd had much practice turning my mind away from certain memories of my childhood. I could quickly dial her remembered voice from a whisper to a silence.
Memories were like tomb paintings, thought the Major, the colors still vivid no matter how many layers of mud and sand time deposited. Scrape at them and they come up all red and blazing.
when I finally begin to driftinto sleepyour memory is the...firstand the moonlightthe last, to kiss my face.
Some memories were harder to forget than others. Especially the painful ones.
Through pictures, we cut reality in pieces. We selected only the choicest moments, discarding the rest as if they'd never happened.
Memories are who we are, Tul. In the end, that’s all the luggage you take with you. Love and memories are what last.
She would never truly be her own woman if she allowed fear and old memories to dictate where she would or would not go.
What are memories but photo images from the mind? Isn't the human mind so much like a camera, saving pictures every now and then?
Do you remember?' Someone's always asking andsomeone else, always does
A place with no handholds, no landmarks, no past at all:That would have been too much like dying
Here the past was everywhere, an entire continent sown with memories.
memories brings some past that dealt with the pain and yet we choose to embrace it as if we have a lot to gain.
Some memories are meant for not to be said, either they are too Scary to tell, or we love them that much, that we can’t explain those in oral words.
Some memories are meant for not to be said, either they are too Scary to tell, or we love them that much, that we can’t explain those in oral words
Whether you need to remember the past or not, It changes nothing but gives the best choice for the future that makes You always to remember your past.
I see pieces of memories in his eyes. Pieces of us. They are broken, and scattered, but they are there, gradually coming together again at the sight of me.
Still, though no one is an island, most are peninsulas. Our lives wouldn't make sense without personal memories pinned like butterflies against the velvet backdrop of social history.
Stories about lives remembered bring us backward while allowing us to move forward.
We all leave behind bits of loose thread. Old operations, old enemies. They pull at you, like memories of old lovers.
She had not remembered then what she remembers now, a memory like something buried in river silt that finally works free and rises to the surface...
No one deserves to rent your heart, especially those who hurt you. Your heart is precious and deserves to store your great memories!
Sometimes the hardest part of growing it is not the responsabilities you might get, but it is to lose the essence of love, and never find the way back to where it was.
real life nightmares kills me as an old man trying to escape from bad guilty memories who basically lives in the present.
There are some things we can never assign to oblivion, memories we can never rub away. They remain with us forever, like a touchstone.