Quotes About Memories

I miss everything about you...I can't believe that I still want you. After all the things we've been through. I miss everything about you. Without you...

Months or years may pass without talking to someone but it's crazy how many minutes in everyday that passes that they enter our mind at some point. Their laugh, their smile, their voice, the small shared moments, ones we will never forget and all because they were someone we truly loved so our heart remains silent because of no ears but forever strong for the one we truly loved as the minutes turn to hours, the days turn to months and the months turn to years.

Thank you for the good times, the days you filled with pleasure. Thank you for fond memories, and for feelings I'll always treasure

Now very often events are set up for photographers... The weddings are orchestrated about the photographers taking the picture, because if it hasn't been photographed it doesn't really exist.

Losing them leaves this gaping hole in your life and nothing can fill it." He shook his head. "it's a loss you live with forever. I forget how much it hurts, sometimes for days at a time. And then it'll hit me again.

The ghosts, they never go away. They call to you in unexpected moments, their hands lacing with yours and pulling you down paths that lead nowhere.

A perfect night... a perfect forever

I didn't need to fall in love with him again. I had never fallen out.

It's the unknown that I fear, the bites of memories that still have no connections.

There are a lot of memories we imagine. We play them over and over in our minds, trying to orchestrate our movements and words to perfection. Or maybe it's just that I've lived inside of my head more than any other person in the history of the world. Maybe none of us can really predict how we will act at any give moment. Maybe we're all at the mercy of circumstance in spite of our well-laid plans.

Words, Kaden. Only lost unsaid words that added up to good-bye.

But I would always see her. Until I drew my last breath, it would always be her face I saw when I closed my eyes at night, and her face again when I woke each morning. I would force myself to forget the last words I heard from her lips. I would remember others. I love you, Jafir de Aldrid. Words that, now, I was sure I had never deserved. I

Some scars took longer to heal than others, and some scars, I knew, were necessary. Some things you should never forget.

His death only gave me an ending -- it didn't give back what had been taken

It was a once upon a time world that used to be.

It had been odd to envy their grief, but I had. I envied the explosion and finality of it-- their sobs and tears... Her passing came slowly, over months and years, in the dull bits, pieces, and mundane hours that I worked to stay alive... The memories of her became disconnected blurred images, warm hands cupping my cheeks, a tuneless hum as she worked, words that floated in the air, her finger pressed to my lips.

I understood monuments now. Some were built of stone and sweat, and others were built of dreams, but they were all made of the things we didn't want to forget.

I know you've never wanted to hear this, but after yesterday I have to say it…" He paused, swallowed, as if afraid. "I love you. I love you with every breath, with every thought that's inside me. I've loved you from the first time I kissed you on that ledge. Even before that.

I watched them race along the hallway, laughing, forgetting about the shouting they'd heard, the tears they saw, and I wished all memories could be erased so easily.

We can never know the exact moment when someone will leave our lives forever. How many times had I bargained with the gods for one more day, one hour, just one minute. Was that too much to ask? One minute to say the unsaid things that were still trapped inside me. Or maybe I only wanted one more minute to say a real good-bye.

Freedoms are never won once and for all, Kazimyrah. They come and go, like the centuries. I cannot grow lazy. Memories are short. It is the forgetting that I fear." That was what I feared too. Forgetting.

Freedoms are never won once and for all, Kazimyrah. They come and go, like the centuries. I cannot grow lazy. Memories are short. It is the forgetting that I fear.

Some things last." I faced him. "Really? And just what would that be?" "The things that matter." (Pg 126-127)

We are all stardust and memories.