Memories are what we cherish so lets make the present worth cherishing.
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...
(pl. ) of Memory
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.
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 flames of our memories keep us alive!
What was our life like? I almost don't remember now. Though I remember , the space of time it occupied. And I remember it fondly.
Bouncing on beds, I remember from childhood, is a great depression reliever.
From my earliest memories, I loved the farm. My grandfather was a charter subscriber to Rodale's Organic Gardening and Farming Magazine and had a huge, well kept garden with an octagonal chicken house...
I will go back to riding one day - when I have kids. I have such amazing childhood memories of being on horseback.
As a father, you want the best for your son, quite obviously. You want to create the best memories for your son.
I have a lot of objects in my space, little things, reminders, memories.
Memories of our lives, of our works and our deeds will continue in others.
Now memories have an unusual way of coming back to you in the middle of a day.
You have ordinary moments and ordinary moments and more ordinary moments, and then, suddenly, there is something monumental right there. You have the past and future colliding in the present, your own...
Songs can be like photos - they hold a memory, a moment, and thoughts that keep you warm inside.
They waited awhile before lighting the candles; the gloom allowed the past to slip cozily into the present. But the memories were of a time that was gone and didn't overshadow the present. But the mem...
I take a picture, but it's not about who is in the picture or the background of it. It's about the memories and meanings it holds.
To remember is to disengage from the present.
Bricks without straw are more easily made than imagination without memories.
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...