A sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier times.
What I cannot touch, remains a memory. I am blinded by an imagined light. A remembrance of what can never be.
(p. pr. & vb. n.) of Remember
Not all of the moments what you encountered in your mind are reminisced, the time will remember us.
Writing poems is simply an excuse to remember You.
Where is the happiness, the sunshine, where are those thick skittles of wood which crashed and bounced so nicely, where is my bicycle with the low handlebars and the big gear? It seems there's a law w...
Wherever you visit, let the place you visit remembers you well!
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.
More we remember more is chance to know who we are....
The dead will not die completely till the day they are remembered by no one!
So, I believe that what you are looking for, really looking for, is that one person who is capable of recognizing you no matter what. You know, that one person who is going to be able to see past what...
But often, in the world's most crowded streets,But often, in the din of strife,There rises an unspeakable desireAfter the knowledge of our buried life;A thirst to spend our fire and restless forceIn t...
To forget is to blithely toss aside the hard lessons that were hard won by others before us, thereby needlessly dooming us to endure the hard lessons that are likely to be forgotten by those who will...
The mind plays tricks. It rejects things until it thinks or something tells it that the remembering can be handled.
Remember that you own what happened to you. If your childhood was less than ideal, you may have been raised thinking that if you told the truth about what really went on in your family, a long bony wh...
You know that the things you put it your head stay there, right?''Yeah. But you remember some things, don't you?''Yeah. You remember the things you want to forget and forget the things you want to rem...
She smiles, and her eyes look as if they can see back into her memory, into all the things that have gone into making a person what they are.
How embarrassing that she ever did something that silly. But, good God, she was seventeen. At that age, we're mostly high-pitched and crazy. All urgent chemicals raging around the blood course. And th...
I suppose if we forgot stuff we’ll never know we forgot it, because we won’t remember
The air is cold and dusk has descended. In the distance lightning flickers and a far away rumble of thunder awakens my thoughts and makes me remember.
This surprised me because it made me realize that what I sought was not outside myself. It was within me, already there, waiting. Awakening was really the act of remembering myself, remembering this d...