Quotes About Memories

Great photos of the great moments always give us a great joy!

Moments fly, memories remain; and then memories fly, only memoirs remain and finally memoirs disappear, nothing remains!

Old houses are full with memories and that's why they resist to collapse!

There are some old photographs from where if you take anything out, even a chicken or a little bird, the magic will disappear.

There is always something sad about the old photographs, it is because we know that people in the photos have gone forever.

We are all the people we knew; all the books we read; all the roads we travelled; all the mistakes we made; all the dreams we dreamed! We are... We are all of them!

When a beautiful road ends, remember how it was to live it over again! When a hard road ends, remember how it was to get a lesson for the future!

You cannot separate the old furniture from the memories and the memories from the old furniture!

You don't have a family doctor anymore like you did when you were a kid, who treated you throughout your life.

The only thing that burns in hell is the part of you that won't let go of your life: your memories, your attachments. They burn them all away, but they're not punishing you, they're freeing your soul.

The only thing that burns in hell is the part of you that won't let go of your life: your memories, your attachments. They burn them all away, but they're not punishing you, they're freeing your soul. If you're frightened of dying and you're holding on, you'll see devils tearing your life away. If you've made your peace, then the devils are really angels freeing you from the earth.

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All I can say is that in my case comedy was keeping the joy of a happy childhood going strong.

It was no place, Ryan thought, to come home to. ???

We might miss the days of being unreachable.

As I walked through the fog, back into the future, I made a list of everything I wanted to bring back with me: the heartbreaking indigo of a Greengage night sky, the sugared almonds I'd eaten in the dining hall, the hawing sound Fancy made when she laughed, the smells of freshly cut clover, sponge cake, and loam, Martha's steady gaze, the swish of my borrowed skirt.

As I snapped pictures, Nina gave me a dirty look. I just laughed, acting as though I didn't care. But inside I felt sort of differently. She used to be my good friend. It made me feel funny. Sad. Now she gave me dirty looks and did mean things to my house. To tell you the truth, it hurt. Later

Maybe memories should be left the way they are.

I'm sorry," he says, "for that time I kissed you at that party and for that time at the wedding and more than anything for the thousand times that I wanted to and didn't have the guts to.

We spoke about our dreams and how we always felt safe in them, no matter how bad everthing else seemed. He told me it was one of the best days of his life and then he took out his gun. A .22 rifle. And he leaned forward and whispered, "Forgive me, Taylor Markham." Before I could ask how he knew my name and what I was to forgive him for he said, "Take care of my little girl." And then he told me to close my eyes. And I've been frightened to do just that ever since.

Because photos are testimony that someone did live. A reminder of past we may have loved or hated. A piece of our lives.

Our spirit is mightier than the filth of our memories.

And at that moment Jude thought something that he would never forgive himself for. He wished that he had never met any of them.

I remember love. It's what I have to keep on reminding myself. It's funny how you can forget everything except people loving you. Maybe that's why humans find it so hard getting over love affairs. It's not the pain they're getting over, it's the love.