#Memories Of Love
Quotes about memories-of-love
Memories of love are the cherished moments that linger in our hearts, painting our lives with hues of warmth and tenderness. This tag represents the profound and universal experience of love, capturing the essence of connections that transcend time and space. Whether it's the first flutter of infatuation, the enduring bond of a lifelong partnership, or the bittersweet nostalgia of a love once held, these memories shape who we are and how we perceive the world around us. People are drawn to quotes about memories of love because they resonate with the deepest parts of our humanity, offering comfort, inspiration, and a sense of shared experience. In a world that often feels transient and fast-paced, these quotes serve as gentle reminders of the enduring power of love and the beauty of moments that, though fleeting, leave an indelible mark on our souls. They invite us to reflect on our own journeys, celebrate the love we've known, and find solace in the knowledge that love, in all its forms, is a timeless and universal force that connects us all.
Hadn't she guessed there was a nick in the edge of that axe? The way Quoyle talked of his love, but never the woman?
Ma-ma-oo didn't gun the motor so we puttered along. The day promised to be a scorcher, but out on the ocean with the spray cooling on my face and the wind drying it away, the heat was bearable. I wished summer would never end. I wished I could do this all year and never have to go back to school. I wished I could pick berries and go fishing with Ma-ma-oo and spend all my days wandering.
The days I spent, holding her hand, laughing at the stupidest little remarks, made me happy.I held onto that clarity, that sense of being alive.Our innocent love filled every split and rift that had been cut into my beating heart over the years.She showed me what love was, why the stars shown through the darkness, even when darkness seemed to overcome.And with that, I found a new home. Not in my house or the places I existed, but in two hands and a heartbeat.
Most of the days, I am gripped by these visions,Memories! that haunt my present,What is it, That Separates me from You ?What is it, That can bring me close ?All through the night, i seek such things,All through the night, i lose Myself .
He tratado inútilmente de arrancarte de mi mente, por eso puedo confesarte que solo te guardaré en mi corazón, y cuando quiera verte, me veré en el espejo; y cuando quiera besarte, saborearé mi boca, porque tu sabor aún permanece en ella, intacto; tocaré mi piel para recordar tus manos y soñaré con tus pies tibios en mi cama".
The most painful separations are the ones that end without reasons, that end at tears, that end at points where there could have been million possibilities.
Go! Yes, You! Go! I will not force you to like me; I will not force you to love me. Unconditional love has a condition inside it but there is no you in me. If I know my real me, then I know your real you. I know your value in me and I also know my value in you. If your value is not in me and my value is not in you, then I will not force you to like me; I will not force you to love me, so go!
Except those images weren’t exact captures of reality. No, the Camera Eye was also suffused with what photographers called the Golden Hour—the gilt-tinted hour following sunrise and preceding sunset, when the world was awash with russet rays and even the meanest streets were aglow as if in an Arthurian legend. Every moment spent with John was like that, reality beyond reality. Richer, realer, rawer than reality. These were the moments she remembered most.