Quotes About Memories

The worst stab wound is the one to the heart. Sure, most people survive it, but the heart is never quite the same. There's always a scar, which I guess, is meant to remind you that even for a little while, someone made your heart beat faster. And that's a scar you can live with, proudly. All the days of your life.

I once asked a little boy why he liked Passover the best of the Jewish festivals. He answered at once, "Because of the Cyder nights." He meant "Seder" nights, the first two evenings of the festivals, and I had expected that would be his answer. Then I asked him why he liked the Seder nights, and he replied, after thinking a minute, "Because I am allowed to stay up late."

Enjoy beautiful moments with people you love and deepen your relationships with them.

Some had Walkmen

The house was an empty tank full of grief. Their empty ghosts floated everywhere they were not.

A house is made of walls and beams; a home is built with love and dreams.

So live that your memories will be part of your happiness.

Seize the day or die regretting the time you lost It's empty and cold without you here, too many people to ache over I see my vision burn, I feel my memories fade with time But I'm too young to worry These's streets we traveled on will undergo our same lost past

How do I live without the ones I love? Time still turns the pages of the book its burned. Place and time always on my mind. I have so much to say but your so far away.

Hume to ab bhi wo gujra jamana yaad aata hai, Tum hi kyo koi deewana yaad aata hai

My heart is broken... I'm lying here My thoughts are choking On you my dear...

Here's to never grown up!

You were everything, everything that I wanted. We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it. And all of the memories, so close to me, just fade away. All this time you were pretending. So much for my happy ending.

Coming home.

When I first left Iran at the age of 13, Iran had become such a shining star - it was the point to which all my desires and dreams returned.

You get a strange feeling when you're about to leave a place, I told him, like you'll not only miss the people you love but you'll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you'll never be this way ever again.

Memories have ways of becoming independent of the reality they evoke. They can soften us against those we were deeply hurt by or they can make us resent those we once accepted and loved unconditionally.

Imagine you are walking down a leafy path…The sun is receding, and you are walking alone, caressed by the breezy light of the late afternoon. Then suddenly, you feel a large drop on your right arm. Is it raining? You look up. The sky is still deceptively sunny…seconds later another drop. Then, with the sun still perched in the sky, you are drenched in a shower of rain. This is how memories invade me, abruptly and unexpectedly…

You get a strange feeling when you're about to leave a place...like you'll not only miss the people you love but you'll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you'll never be this way ever again.

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i wonder what goes on night and day beneath the surface of a cemetery.

You only live but once, and when your died your done, so let the good times roll.

The past is just that.

When you were a teenager, where did you go to make out?" "Seriously?" She laughed nervously. "Aren't we a little old for that?" "I certainly hope not.