For every inch of skin, there is memory. Devils are so made. Saints, too, if you believe in them. His humanity has been broken as an old walking stick that once held up a crippled man named Thomas. He...
wounds make you awake in the memories but tears makes tough and dry in real life.
(pl. ) of Memory
During the day, memories could be held at bay, but at night, dreams became the devil's own accomplices.
I kept you so well, buried beneath the darkest shame and stilled with filthy lies. Perhaps I should have dug deeper.
Memories are reality's ghosts
No person can walk all alone because to walk all alone one must have no memories at all from the past!
A song rises up from the belly of my pastand rocks me in the bosom of buried memories.
Concepts of memory tend to reflect the technology of the times. Plato and Aristotle saw memories as thoughts inscribed on wax tablets that could be erased easily and used again. These days, we tend to...
A cigar is as good as memories that you have when you smoked it.
The apparent is never the real.
Life experiences shared with a friend will turn into memories to be enjoyed.
Memories, like everything else, are momentary.
Removing memories is difficult.... changing is easy...- Dexter
Her memories splashed my nights with a magical illumination. Her thoughts were my intoxication!
Some think intuition is a gift, but it can be a curse as well--a voice calling to us from places that are better left unexplored...an echo of memories that will never die, no matter how hard we try to...
If you want to vanish then vanish away, don't vanish into my dreamsIf an escape is what you are looking for, don't take me along with you I let you go a long time ago, then why are you still here If t...
And the moment she held that diary in her hands, she summoned all her demons at once. The moment she opened it a hand from every page held her and pulled her inside. And in a moment even before she co...
In every man the memory of the struggles and the heroes of the past is alive. But these memories are not incompatible with the desire for peace in the future.
Parched by the deprivation of your love for so long made me forget what a cup brimming with love, on my lips, felt like. Everything that now wets it, only wrinkles it with a bland taste.
Sadness is a bruise on the skin of memory.