Quotes About Memories

If people could see me the way I see myself - if they could live in my memories - would anyone love me?

I love everything that's old, - old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wine.

When I remember bygone days I think how evening follows morn So many I loved were not yet dead, So many I love were not yet born.

After you have been unfair to him he will love you again, but he will never afterwards be quite the same boy. No one ever gets over the first unfairness; no one except Peter.

Do you want to know the easiest way to fall in love? Just associate with all your pleasant experiences of someone, and disassociate from all the unpleasant ones.

I love the people I photograph. I mean, they're my friends. I've never met most of them or I don't know them at all, yet through my images I live with them.

There are exactly as many special occasions in life as we choose to celebrate.

And now we're apart and you're just some stranger who knows all my secrets and all my family members and all my quirks and flaws and it doesn't make sense.

I have memories - but only a fool stores his past in the future.

I love listening to old records to keep nostalgic feeling; it allows me to not lose the love for hip-hop.

If you look closely you'll find all my lovers inscribed on my skin.

Everyone you have ever loved in your life becomes a part of your soul. They never leave. They're always inside you, and you can bring them out whenever you want.

First romance, first love, is something so special to all of us, both emotionally and physically, that it touches our lives and enriches them forever.

That I am your heart's secret fills me with song. I wish I could sing of you here in my cage. You are my heart's hidden poem. I reread you, memorize you every moment we're apart.

You can send people letters, and show them photos, but they can never come to visit where you live. Unless you love them. And then they can burn it down.

As for rosemary, I let it run all over my garden walls, not only because my bees love it but because it is the herb sacred to remembrance and to friendship, whence a sprig of it hath a dumb language.

When someone we love dies, we get so busy mourning what died that we ignore what didn't.

Do you believe in love after last sight?

Making love in the green grass behind the stadium with you my brown eyed girl.

Love is like a dying ember, only memories remain.

There are a million ways to lose someone you love.

I love the smell of juice boxes in the morning.

In my case there was no first love. I began with the second.

For me it's not possible to forget, and I don't understand people who, when the love is ended, can bury the other person in hatred or oblivion. For me, a man I have loved becomes a kind of brother.