I've always had fond memories of cooking Thanksgiving.
Sometimes those experiences crowd back upon the memory, and the past flashes back like a distant peak momentarily lighted up by sunbeam piercing through the clouds. Then oblivion again. Strange it is...
(pl. ) of Memory
The only reality is the now. Why live in the tomorrows and the yesterdays? Live now.
The importance of friends few people would be able to recognize some friend comes in our life readily and consequently they goes but life doesn't stop for anyone but only one thing remains that is the...
Capture yesterday's moments,they are future memories
Though a new cloth makes you look new, when you see the old cloths, you remember the old life
Since I'm always working, my best holiday memories are definitely when I can just go home and spend time with my family.
Time could heal, but it wouldn't make wrongs go away. Time came back like a reminder. Time folded with memory. In a moment, everything could fold itself up, and time stand still.
Most things are forgotten over time. Even the war itself, the life-and-death struggle people went through is now like something from the distant past. We’re so caught up in our everyday lives that eve...
All relationships change the brain - but most important are the intimate bonds that foster or fail us, altering the delicate circuits that shape memories, emotions and that ultimate souvenir, the self...
God will bring you a gift. However, it is up to you to stop shaking the same box and expecting something wonderful will fall out of it again. After a while, you are going to break that box and it won'...
Memories are what we cherish so lets make the present worth cherishing.
A thousand moments lost because you took them for granted, just because you expected a thousand more.
Bricks without straw are more easily made than imagination without memories.
And that's my problem. I love to be alone and hate being around people, but I love to be with people and hate being alone. I don't know what I like and I don't know what I want. Time is a difficult th...
It seems to me that when you look back at a life - yours or another's - what you see is a path that weaves into and out of deep shadow. So much is lost. What we use to construct the past is what has r...
What you keep alive is what you truly care about, no matter how many times you die in the process.
People used to say my son looked like a Mexican Biggie. And when he was first born, memories of Biggie... you know, we didn't always have the greatest days. For at least half the length of our marriag...
Writing from memory like this, I often feel a pang of dread. What if I've forgotten the most important thing? What if somewhere inside me there is a dark limbo where all the the truly important memori...
The dead live in our memories.