Their mother had white hands, long tapered fingers, and when she kneaded dough, her wedding ring clinked against the bowl. She was always singing softly as she played the piano with her white hands. S...
The richest person in the cemetery is the one who left behind the most happy memories.
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Leave old pains alone. When they cease coming to call, do not invite them back.
Love affords you these three things: smiles, hugs, and kisses. Joy affords you these three things: pleasure, laughter, and good memories.
Some memories were all right, but others were dangerous.
who gets the rare opportunity of spotting a treasure of memories lying among masses, stepping back to stroke it with a secret smile as your mind wanders back to those sleepless yet ecstatic nights you...
Don't let the day go by without a handful of fun, for only those we'll be memorable and even intensified through time
A tormented mind wants to forget, what a broken heart will always remember.
Sadness is a bruise on the skin of memory.
When we are gone, the only essential thing we will leave behind are the memories we create in the lives of those we have touched and those we love.
The words come from here. From memories, from dreams, from people I've known. I'm always writing and reflecting on life. I want to suck it all in.
I long for the days when I was One with the one who was the only one I could be One with.
Memories are sweet, cherish it...
In the West we cling to the past like limpets. In Haiti the present is the axis of all life. As in Africa, past and future are but distant measures of the present, and memories are as meaningless as p...
Letting go is not getting rid of memories. Memories will stay, they always do. Letting go is making sure that the pain associated with the memories goes away.
Memories are like Diamonds. They are precious and and wonderful things. Cherish each one.
Nostalgia is a lane of calm comfort, charming even a complacent heart!
Treacherous people do not last only memories of their treason last.So will it last with emotions mixed, of love and hate for treacherous ones.
There's not a day that goes by, without me thinking of you, dying, in someone else's arms.
There are edges around the black and every now and then a flash of color streaks out of the gray. But I can never really grasp any of the slivers of memories that emerge.
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