It's sad when the people you love most become a bitter memory.
The trouble with discarding bad memories was that evidently the good ones went with them
(pl. ) of Memory
I write because I can remember and to keep those memories alive. I write for pleasure. I write because I must.
Whether we, admit it or not ,but forgiveness is one of the special attributes and qualities of our creator. we cannot forgive and forget anything, incident or matter ,even if we try hard , still some...
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 some things we can never assign to oblivion, memories we can never rub away. They remain with us forever, like a touchstone.
Memory is the diary we all carry about with us.
The feelings resembled memories; but memories of what? Apparently one can remember things that have never happened.
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...
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.
When I started writing, I was a great rationalist and believed I was absolutely in control. But the older one gets, the more confused, and for an artist I think that is quite a good thing: you allow i...
Well, there's a piece of Maria in every song that I sing. And the price of a memory is the memory of the sorrow it brings. And there is always one last light to turn out and one last bell to ring. And...
If we lose all our sweet memories, it means we are dead even if we are alive!
You begin with other people's memories and end up with your own.
When they look at a beautiful view, most people see their memories, not the view!
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?
From now on when people asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I planned to say, Amnesiac.
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.
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.
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...