Memories dancing through ageless ripples of time, waiting to be shared.
Everyone in your life gives you something. The bad ones give you experience, the worst ones a lesson; the good ones give you memories, the best ones, joy.
(pl. ) of Memory
The thing with breaking up is they leave, but the memories stay.
You are the stories and incidents that you never tell to anyone. You are the thoughts that you get while standing under the shower. You are those memories that won't lets you sleep at night peacefully...
If you haven't cried at least once while writing a chapter of your inspirational book, then you have to ask yourself if your're writing fiction.
You know, sometimes it's nice to just have someone to blame, even if it has to be yourself, even if it doesn't make sense.
I don't like the memories because the tears come easily, and once again I break my promise to myself for this day. It's a constant battle. a war between remembering and forgetting.
Sometimes I accidentally walk into the places where I and you had spoken before, existed before, which still have the smell ofyour memories, all of a sudden it starts feeling like I have entered a dar...
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?
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.
who gets the rare opportunity of spotting a treasure of memories lying among masses, stepping back to stroke it with a secret smile as your mind wanders back to those sleepless yet ecstatic nights you...
One of my earliest memories is of my father carrying me in one arm with a picket sign in the other.
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...
While the majority of my childhood memories are beautiful, I also have experienced the challenges that Nigeria has faced since independence.
The memories of you are dead in my mind, but alive in my heart.
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...
I tend the flowers of my mindWatering our memories as they bloom
I have such happy memories of performing in a choir and I don't think I'd have got where I am today without all that experience. So my advice to young singers is to either join your school or church's...
Sitting on the floor, I'd replay the past in my head. Funny, that's all I did, day after day after day for half a year, and I never tired of it. What I'd been through seemed so vast, with so many face...
It's a funny thing about names, how they become a part of someone.