To reminisce with my old friends, a chance to share some memories, and play our songs again.
Keep memories of insult on a short leash, and memories of blessing on a long one.
(pl. ) of Memory
I try to keep the happy memories. If that's what you call selective memories, I'm good with that.
the opportunity of sharing the blessings of family and friends keeps reminding us of the wealth of emotions, but, later in life yearning to relive those times, but only to offer the memories, in excha...
He misses her. He wonders if she knows it, and can't decide which would be worse.
Nothing distinguishes memories from ordinary moments, only later do they make themselves known, from their scars.
Have you really not noticed, then, that here of all places, in this private, personal solitude that surrounds me, I have turned to you? All the memories of my youth speak to me as I walk, just as the...
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.
She ordered a martini and encouraged me to, but said she couldn't drink it with her medication. She just liked seeing it in front of her, like the old days, all set to do its little magic.
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.
People leave traces of themselves where they feel most comfortable, most worthwhile.
He was asking for memories, too young himself to know that memories were only memories of memories.
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...
Losing myself interests me. The fertile topsoil interests me, sprawling beneath a light dusting of snow, and the snow that crams the trunks and branches of the pines and elms and redwoods, having froz...
Memories are like a box full of chocolates, you can't have them all at once.
People who don't respect the time you spent with them, don't know they have lost the gift of good memories.
Wherever you are and whatever you do, I hope you find the time to dwell in your favourite memories. It is one of the most beautiful and relaxing things we can do, no matter when and no matter where.
Most people think that shadows follow, precede or surround beings or objects. The truth is that they also surround words, ideas, desires, deeds, impulses and memories.
Your memory is a monster; you forget - it doesn't.