When it seems you are having too much fun, then a switch turns on in your head and makes you think; if only there were a way to take a snapshot of this moment and place it into a mason jar next to som...
Each year comes with its own memories! Memories that make us ponder! Memories that shake our nerves and thought to think about things we did, things we could have done, things we should have done, the...
(pl. ) of Memory
Is déjà vu actually the specter of false timelines that never happened but did, casting their shadows upon reality?
Sadness is a bruise on the skin of memory.
In the short term, it would make me happy to go play outside. In the long term, it would make me happier to do well at school and become successful. But in the VERY long term, I know which will make b...
Only the wool of present will knit the sweater of memories that will keep you warm in the winter of your life.
Some memories were all right, but others were dangerous.
Nostalgia is a lane of calm comfort, charming even a complacent heart!
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!
Every time I am in the dark and a bit of light falls on me, I see a bit of you in my shadows. There is always a bit of you in every song I hear, in every thought I conceive, in every rain that I drenc...
Wish for the best, prepare for the worst
Three children lay on the rocks at the water's edge.A dark-haired girl, two boys, slightly older.This image is caught forever in my memory, like some fragile creature preserved in amber.
It was growing dark on this long southern evening, and suddenly, at the exact point her finger had indicated, the moon lifted a forehead of stunning gold above the horizon, lifted straight out of fili...
I blinked and the images were gone. But I remembered how the laugh and the howl and the splash would ripple and echo in the stillness of our lake, and I wondered if ripples and echoes like those ever...
Holmes speaks of grief staining backward through the pages of life; but Valancy found her happiness had stained backward likewise and flooded with rose-colour her whole previous drab existence. She fo...
Don't focus on her hiss. Remember her purr.
There are ghosts of yourself scattered everywhere,Whispers of a moment suspended in time,Where every life that you've brushed up againstNow lives with a piece of you trapped in their mind.
It's the time of our lives; let's make mistakes, not care. Let's make memories.
Some songs can make you to travel a million miles inside your head
When memories fade, can one ever really return home?