The mind replays what the heart can't delete.
I was very inspired by my mother. She was a vocal teacher and sang in a band, and my first memories of her were going out with her on the local circuit.
(pl. ) of Memory
You can't love a city if you have no memories burried there.
One of my earliest memories is of my father carrying me in one arm with a picket sign in the other.
People of deserts cannot know the importance of forests; to know this, one must first have sweet memories spent in the forests!
A whole stack of memories never equal one little hope.
I know that happy things and fun things eventually come to an end. But things that are scary and sad come to an end, too. They always do. Even if you can’t always believe that…please don’t give up. Li...
I like attics. They're as peaceful as God's church. Alone and apart, but a body can hear everything. The past stacked up like forgotten memories, but with a small effort, brought down and enjoyed agai...
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.
Judge me if you want, but at the end of my life I choose to have memories not regrets.
When you build a house You nail down memories Paint and stain the fabric of time
This is a special date but that was a special time
The grief of losing my father has come in waves over the years, as it does with most people. His love and devotion as a father provided my closest, most intimate relationship. Dad, and our time togeth...
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.
Our dreams must be stronger than our memories. We must be pulled by our dreams, rater than pushed by our memories.
No memory is ever alone it's at the end of a trail of memories, a dozen trails that each have their own associations.
Had I known how sweet they wereI would have saved more of these memories
The past is a tricky thing. Sometimes it's etched in stone. And other times, it's rendered in soft memories. But if you meddle too long in deep, dark things... Who knows what monsters you'll awaken?
It struck her how sad it was that all of them had grown up on top of one another like small animals in a too-small cage, and now would simply scatter. And that would be the end of that. Everything tha...
We are delightfully trapped by our memories. I can't drink a bottle of Chateauneuf-du-Pape Vieux Telegraphe without revisiting a hotel bistro in Luzerne, Switzerland, where I ate a large bowl of a pep...
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