5,121 Quotes About Memories

Every day of life, we create a story, which discursive script will someday become only a memory.

Sharing our noble journey, attentively quantifying our reality, dreams, fears, and spiritual renaissance for other communal souls to witness, while giving voice to our own spark of divinity, inspiration, and mythos through storytelling, is the preeminent act of human beings.

They say that before death, people’s lives flash before their eyes. But as the ground rushed ever faster toward her, the girl could think only of the past few hours, the path she’d taken that ended here. If only she hadn’t talked to him. If only she hadn’t been so foolish. If only she hadn’t gone up there in the first place.

They say that when you die, you retain your memories.

To be in exile is to have the things you love most in the world - the air you breathe, the earth you walk upon - taken from you. They exist on the other side of a wall - there and not - unaltered by time and circumstance, preserved in a perfect memory in a land of dreams.

I know you have seen things you wish you hadn't. You have done things you wish you could take back. And you wonder why you were thrown into the thick of it all - why you had to suffer the way you did. And as you are sitting there alone and hurting, I wish I could put a pen in your hand and gently remind you how the world has given you poetry and now you must give it back

Wouldn’t you want to know so that you don’t make the same mistakes again?’Realm laughs, sounding bitter. 'That’s the great thing, James Murphy. Some mistakes are destined to repeat themselves.

Memories! They always hurt and I always wonder about them. However, they scare me in all their forms. They, eventually, make you lose your interest in the future and in the present. Good memories stir your bitter eagerness. Bad memories charge you with grudge and guilt. Having none invites regrets. Let me ignore them, Mitchell. My story made me that Norina, this is the product of my life. Every day is a story.. I don’t wish to waste my energy on the past.

Then there was that year you fell in love. The one where there weren't any candles - just you walking late at night through the city streets with your heart in pieces, wanting to give yourself to the first stranger who called you beautiful.