If you help them (the crew) create good memories, they'll forget all the bad stuff
I reached inside her and pulled out the deepest memories in her body, the memories that words can’t describe, the memories that are as much a piece of her as her arms and legs. Those are the ones she’...
(pl. ) of Memory
The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten.
The words come from here. From memories, from dreams, from people I've known. I'm always writing and reflecting on life. I want to suck it all in.
Now memories have an unusual way of coming back to you in the middle of a day.
You know, memories. They're all I've got.
Always take a picture for everywhere you go; if you don't, then all you just lost was the precious memories and moments
As long as we can love each other, and remember the feeling of love we had, we can die without ever really going away. All the love you created is still there. All the memories are still there You liv...
For me, at least, fiction is the only way i can even begin to twist my lying memories into something true.
When sorrow's cup is filled up to the brim,the slightest touch of memory can cause tears to spill again.
I believe in some sense much akin to the belief of faith, that I noticed, felt, or underwent what I describe—but it may be that the only reason childhood memories act on us so strongly is that, being...
Memories are the best things in life, I think.
One of my most vivid memories from 1974 was the gas station at the foot of the hill below my Southern California high school - car lines snaking out into the street, heralding the failure of the gover...
Not all the truths are told, dreams are shattered, words are unspoken, memories are haunting but the imagination is still fighting to settle down.
Whether you need to remember the past or not, It changes nothing but gives the best choice for the future that makes You always to remember your past.
I didn't sleep well last night because one of my ghosts came back, haunting with his presence, and when I woke up, the others weren't here, haunting with their memory.
Life is for memories, full of fun, with friends, families and joyful sun.
It's the problem in seeing too much of the world. In loving too much of it. You can only live in one place at a time. And eventually, you pick your spot, and the memories of all the others just become...
The pain we cause will haunt our memories and eat at our souls. I do not seek forgiveness, only the emptiness of death.
Memories are like mulligatawny soup in a cheap restaurant. It is best not to stir them.