5,121 Quotes About Memories

I may say that I have forgotten a certain thing.Partially false; it has just faded I know. Unintentionally that thing might have prick-ed me more than the other things that I might have let go.I will only understand its depth, if after years of persuasive erosions and new etch marks, I dream about you one fine night; having nothing to do with my present. Just some sweet-bitter memories might surface one day. And that one day I will regret and at the same time thank to have met you in my life.

Already my childhood seemed far away—a remote age, faded and bittersweet, like dried flowers. Did I regret its loss, did I want it back? I didn't think so.

The memories come backlike the rainbow after the rainwith all the hues and shades of colorand an unending trainthe bougainvillea tree nearby my parents house where I grew updid not ask me my nameshe embraced me as she had donein my schooldays in every way the samethe little squirrel just nowtip-toed down the lanelooking at the spectacleunfolding in the rainafter all these yearsI have come back to my parents homethe clouds have different shapesbut the air smells the same ...

Give me an old house full of memories and I will give you hundred novels!

Why be trapped in time? Why count the days?Why worry if you are getting older or looking younger?When authentic beauty is timeless and true love is eternal;And the fond memories in your heart are for ever.

Johnny, he is bounce, effort, and snark. Mirren, she is sugar, curiousity, and rain. Gat was contemplation and enthusiam. Ambition and strong coffee. My liars.

Sitting next to Tilo, breathing next to her, he felt like an empty house whose locked windows and doors were creaking open a little, to air the ghosts trapped inside it.

C'est bizarre les souvenirs. Suivant le moment où on les évoque, ou avec qui on les a vécus, ils peuvent être tristes ou joyeux, faire sourire ou souffrir.

Memories, they make us who were are, slowly etching themselves into our faces, one wrinkle at a time. Every wrinkle…a memory of someone we loved, of someone we lost, of the lives we wished we’d lived, of the things we did..both right and wrong