Some people walk into our lives and leave footprints on our hearts. Others walk into our lives and we want to leave footprints on their face!
He misses her. He wonders if she knows it, and can't decide which would be worse.
(pl. ) of Memory
Without memories,there can be no good or evil. It will exist only indifference!
Time laughs in the distance as I cling to the belief memories of you will fade.
Tides washed the wounds but the scars remained and continued to burn whenever a similar wind blew...
There is nothing betterthan us,making memories of us.
Obviously the facts are never just coming at you but are incorporated by an imagination that is formed by your previous experience. Memories of the past are not memories of facts but memories of your...
Things could change Gabe. Things could be different. I don't know how, but there must be some way for things to be different. There could be colors. And grandparents. And everybody would have memories...
She knew enough to recognize that memories were crowding in, and there was nothing he could do. They wouldn’t let him speak. She would never know what scenes were driving that turmoil.
It's just that...without the memories, it's all meaningless.
He was asking for memories, too young himself to know that memories were only memories of memories.
Keep memories of insult on a short leash, and memories of blessing on a long one.
Gritting my teeth as if it requires actual physical strength, I push the memory of him dying in my arms down, deep down. It almost seems to fight me, to want to surge into the forefront of my mind, an...
I try to keep the happy memories. If that's what you call selective memories, I'm good with that.
People who don't respect the time you spent with them, don't know they have lost the gift of good memories.
Nothing distinguishes memories from ordinary moments, only later do they make themselves known, from their scars.
Best memories never hurt, with good memories an individual can pass his whole life without depending on others...
The ground was silvery, as if some stars had fallen there.
She'd be dead before the memories and pain were finally gone; she knew it, accepted it, and dealt with it.
Sometimes, the things that are the most real only happen in one's imagination, Oscar, she said. We only remember what never really happened.