You begin with other people's memories and end up with your own.
It's sad when the people you love most become a bitter memory.
(pl. ) of Memory
Songs and smells will bring you back to a moment in time more than anything else. It's amazing how much can be conjured with a few notes of a song or a solitary whiff of a room.
The feelings resembled memories; but memories of what? Apparently one can remember things that have never happened.
There were differences between memories and dreams. He had only dreams of things he had wanted to do, while Lespere had memories of things done and accomplished.
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...
You are scared to relive them, the vulnerability of succumbing. So you think to shove them into a box at the back of your closet makes them less of a ticking time bomb?
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...
There are some things we can never assign to oblivion, memories we can never rub away. They remain with us forever, like a touchstone.
Memories are strange things. Without being something I can hold in my hand, they wield a beguiling power over me. Like a mirage in the noontime heat of summer they dance before my inner eyes and becko...
A question wells up inside me, a question so big it blocks my throat and makes it hard to breathe. Somehow I swallow it back, finally choosing another.
Dreams are composed of many things, my son. Of images and hopes, of fears and memories. Memories of the past, and memories of the future...
I don't even know whether past feelings and memories deserve any respect at all. Maybe they're no more important than a pinch of pain from an injury decades old. Feelings and memories rise and pass ev...
My heart's with you, Bill, no matter how it turns out. My heart is with all of them, and I think that, even if we forget each other, we'll remember in our dreams.
There are things without explanation, moments when life will become arranged in such odd ways that you imagine a whole vocabulary of meaning inside them. The breakfast smell struck me like that.
Your memory is a monster; you forget - it doesn't.
Memory is the diary we all carry about with us.
When they look at a beautiful view, most people see their memories, not the view!
If we lose all our sweet memories, it means we are dead even if we are alive!
From now on when people asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I planned to say, Amnesiac.
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