Memories Quotes
It is true that in life, precious moments my simply fly, But deep in our hearts and souls, they will never die.
And the air--I don't know how to describe it exactly--it had that strange cool spring feeling in it, that feeling as if you remember something wonderful but you're not quite sure what it is.
always the return journey to home is the sweetest, its just because we take memories home with us
My sister and I are so close that we finish each other’s sentences and often wonder who’s memories belong to whom.
Let's take a walk. You can show me some of your memories and I'll show you some of mine.
Time made apologies and absolution unnecessary. Time didn't really heal, it just made bad memories distant so that the brain couldn't recapture the lost pain
Her tears still lay, unattended, on my bosom...I wouldn't wipe them, for she might stop paying me visits.
Photos’re better than nothing, but things’re better than photos ’cause the things themselves were part of what was there.
One day, I will look up and all the people I know will be dead or abroad.
There were a story scripted on the wall, no words used though, just pictures, memories, from another world. Her happy place.
It's about quality, not quantity. It's about the memories, the bond, the love. It's about the heart.
I share my happiness and sorrowCos I know for once there will be no tomorrowIf I wish to live in your memoriesI too have to be there to share your worriesSpeak up to your friend, am just a call away
Not all the truths are told, dreams are shattered, words are unspoken, memories are haunting but the imagination is still fighting to settle down.
The only reason people hold onto memories is because memories are the only things that don't change, even when everyone else does.
Even post true death memories carried on the waves of universal energy will defy the faux perception of finality.
I told her that saying goodbye didn't matter, not a bit. What mattered were all the days you were together before that, all the things you remembered.
You can spend a lifetime trying to erase memories. It doesn't change the fact that they took place. Acceptance is the key.
Small moments we find so pointless can become cherished memories with time and the perspective that wisdom brings.
Judge me if you want, but at the end of my life I choose to have memories not regrets.
I think Wordsworth was as surprised to see me as I was him. It can't be usual to go to your favorite memory only to find someone already there, admiring the view ahead of you.
I don't know why they call it life, it's just a moment with memories.
But all memories, no matter how distant, no matter how distorted, have the shadow of truth underneath. Even the most imperfect memory is a window—
Reflection is a good thing. It allows us to look back in time so we can connect the dots between specific memories to reveal the purpose and meaning behind synchronistic events.
Spending moments with another in earnest presence is one of the simple ways we can show unconditional love. It is the memories created from these impressions that survive after all else passes.
I want to fill my mind with life-enhancing, positive, beautiful memories. The dark experiences can remain buried without a funeral.
I know you’re just a rag doll now, sewn together with memories that we might have had. I know you’re just the dream inside of a dream And don’t worry, I know I don’t know you, anymore.
Memories, real and irreplaceable, all of them. The happy ones, the bitter ones, the terrified and the poignant.
And the pomegranates, /like memories, are bittersweet/as we huddle together, /remembering just how good/life used to be
She ordered a martini and encouraged me to, but said she couldn't drink it with her medication. She just liked seeing it in front of her, like the old days, all set to do its little magic.
It is as if people refused to leave their dead alone, forced them back into the light, made them keep their composure even in death.
If you see an old man talking to himself, he might not be a fool or crazy. He might be sharing a conversation with the past, warmed by a memory he need not reveal.
Judging by the photograph it seemed like I hadn’t been there at all. As if it was my camera that had been on holiday, and not me.
I am sick of old ghosts and I just want to feel safe again without the haunts of old vulnerabilities.
In our lives are special moments that live as their own, the rest is movement with the passage of time.
You have a manure pile of memories. Nothing you can do about that. Now, you can drown in the stink, or turn it into compost and grow a garden.
Dreams are composed of many things, my son. Of images and hopes, of fears and memories. Memories of the past, and memories of the future...
He stopped his act to take a snapshot of that instant he would so treasure- her delightful laughter that could make him do anything, anything at all, in the world and beyond!
You can order yourself to treasure a moment, to cling tight to a feeling and never let it fade, but it’s your brain, that three-pound lump of hamburger, that makes the final call.
When we let the expectations of others or own unreasonable self-expectations rule, we silence the power of our Legacies.
...we live in the same city but don't see the same things - you see buildings and I see memories...
The ethics of eating people are blurry at best in the fog of my undead amnesia, but I expect more for such a high price. What I want are the moments I will never have. The warm ones. The living ones.
I like the memories because they remind meI haven't always beenthis girl, constantly mad or scaredor confused.
How can days and happenings and moments so good become so quickly ugly, and for no reason, for no real reason? Just - change.With nothing causing it.