Memories Quotes
...everything is gone except traces of you inside me - and the years like the wind are sweeping those away ...
...I recall that day on the beach - the sand so brilliant, the clouds so massive, and the wind punishing your hair...
...spiritual or emotional pain doesn't become a memory so much as a bruise ...
I know. You can be fine, and then, out of nowhere, a memory blindsides you.
...everyone wants to be excited by something magical and wondrous - to be reminded of how they once saw the world ...
...we went to watch the waves that bitter day and the wind took your red cap and mittens - blew them into the sea...
...strands of your hair and tendrils of the wind spin into nothingness the memories of that day...
...before you, life was desolate - the past hardly worth remembering - and now, each moment a keepsake I can't throw away ...
When he opens the door, I step in and an army of memories comes at me from all sides.
...every time I look at you autumn leaves come in between - does it matter they're the color of your hair - or they still fall in my memory?...
What matters is at the end of life, when you're about to pass into oblivion, that you've at least scratched 'Kilroy was here, ' on the last wall of the universe.
Everyone is born and they die, but it's the memories they leave behind that define them and let them live on than others.
Sit back and enjoy. And remember: Always be careful what you say around your kids.
When those who name dead people have gone, there just remains the calmness of foreign cemeteries, in which nothing appears familiar and nothing frightens you.
The whole fairground with all its memories would soon be smashed into the dust.
I had no eyelashes left. So when I cried, the tears rolled down, unabated to my mouth. My saliva tasted those days, like a salt lake. Or so he said.'('Left from Dhakeshwari')
The most beautiful moments always seemed to accelerate and slip beyond one’s grasp just when you want to hold onto them for as long as possible.
Life’s most precious moments are not all loud or uproarious. Silence and stillness has its own virtues.
Remembrance is a strange thing. With love its pain is bearable. With bitterness it simply destroys.
To him, freedom was greater than love. She hated that. Because she had always thought that love was freedom.
It must have been an endless breathing in: between the wish to know and the wish to praise there was no seam.
How difficult it must be to leave a place called home, along with all the bitter sweet memories attached, for someone special and later on visit the same place as a guest.
...If I ever got sloppy and maudlin, it would be for the streets of my childhood—but no self- respecting writer should ever eulogize a slum...
Eventually, however, the denial turned into emptiness and my childhood ended.
Either I can go back to my childhood or my childhood can come forth to me. This is what I'm desperately wishes...
My world was very limited in size and experience. Small things took on extra importance, at least to a child.
The greatest memories a person might have in their life is, childhood. It's really a painful nostalgia.
Never stop screaming, playing and laughing, it's part of our childhood wich will always be with us.
Century was an occasional thing in cricket, Sachin made it frequent.
Sachin plays not only to be remembered but also to be repeated.
Childhood anxieties, childhood fears, never disappear entirely. They fade, but not away.
Some of the experiences endured by human beings on this earth are virtually unbelievable.
You learn how to keep your secret better when your secret gets into the mind of a man with a slippery tongue.
Every time the long-forgotten people of the past are remembered, they are born again!
If you don’t write your memoirs down then time will swallow them up, leaving no leftovers.
It’s sadthat burnt marshmallowsmake me think ofmethamphetamine, when theyshould bringback childhoodmemories ofs’mores
Forging fake smiles to hide painful truths doesn't take away the hurt, but sometimes safeguards our emotions from those adamant not to understand.
Loving you is loosing my soul, I was in a lost battle, Death at my door, A dog in a backyard feels for my pain, Beer in a broken bottle wet paint and rain.