Quotes About Memories

I started running to escape the memories that drinking couldn't cover up

Africa is a land of dreams and memories. It is rifts of remembrance stitched together with the sighs of time.

I stared down into the opengrave and wished that I could summon a tear. Violent weeping would have been in exceedingly poor taste, but Miss Nell Harbottle had been my guardian for the whole of my life, and a tear of two would have been a nice gesture of respect

A person could leave you so quickly. So much history and time and memories, but they snuck away from you, and other things took their place. How could you hold on? Wait. A bigger question. The biggest. How could you hold on and let go?

Grief is everywhere. It's its own being. It walks beside you silently, jumps out at you meanly, pokes you awake at night. It makes tears roll down your cheeks at a blue sky.

Have you worked here long?" Sebastian asks. Just a few months," I say. "Do you come here a lot?" As if you don't know, Jade. I used to come every day, or, you know, when I could, I'd bring Bo after work. Or just myself." At night sometimes. You'd climb the fence. You'd watch the stars. You'd tilt back your head and look at the sky. You'd think it over, whatever it was.

There are those moments, probably few in a life, where before and after split off from each other forevermore in your mind.

I confess I had a Child of Divorce Reunion Fantasy Number One Thousand, where I for a moment imagined my father finding out that Dino really was a killer woman and that my parents would have to get back together. I saw them running through a meadow, hand in hand. Okay, maybe not a meadow. But I saw me having only one Christmas and one phone number and only my father's shaved bristles in the bathroom sink.

Our memories and events in our lives are untidy things. We wish that we can file them away and shut the door, or wish the opposite - that they would stay forever.

That's where Ian and I fell in love—a Little League game.

Time is a terrible thing because it can erase both joys and pains.

When I stood there, looking out the window at the raindrops and thinking of everything I lost, I forgot everything I have. When I remembered everything I have, I forgot everything I lost.

A single recipe holds countless stories.

I can say infinite for you to stay, but sadly it only took one from you to break us away and us separate ways

When you look back, most days in life seem ordinary, but there are some that change your life forever and remain etched in your memory.

You know, memories. They're all I've got.

At the end of the story of my life, I want to say it was the best book I had ever read.

Experience teaches us the events of a lifetime.

You see, at young age I had known how bitter taste like and it all started with a cup of brewed coffee.

Strange satisfaction of organizing pencil crayons and sharpening them (the way I used to enjoy sharpening wax crayons as a kid

Your skin has a memory.In ten, twenty, thirty years from now, your skin will show the results ofhow it was treated today.So treat it kindly and with respect.

Life is about cherishing memories, getting lost in moments of beauty, and enjoying profound joy and happiness.

The richest person in the cemetery is the one who left behind the most happy memories.

Live in the moment... where everything is just right, take your time and limit your bad memories and you'll get wherever it is you're going a lot faster and with less bumps in the road along the way.