Memories Quotes - Page 13

In the meantime, I could withdraw to my room, could hide and sleep as if I were dead

Bouncing on beds, I remember from childhood, is a great depression reliever.

My vocal chords fought to contain the memories that leaked out; I felt the weight off it all pressing down on me.

The train blows through town
delivering reality,
slapping my face and screaming,
“You are alone”
Rose colored memories drown,
taking their last breath.

There are edges around the black and every now and then a flash of color streaks out of the gray. But I can never really grasp any of the slivers of memories that emerge.

It kind of scares me though, to keep wearing it every day like I do. What happens when I run out of it? Will I forget what she looked like? What it looked like when the sun reflected on her hair? The way her pillow always smelled like her? Will my memory of her run out too?

Food shouldn’t be that shade of green, lass.” – Faolán MacIntyre

Submitted for your approval-the curious case of Colleen O’Brien and the
gorgeous time traveling Scot who landed in her living room.” – Rod Serling

Your childhood," said Yackle coaxingly, as if she could smell his thoughts. As if she could sniff out those passages he hadn't chosen to retail at drink parties.

Her words lulled him. The past, even a bitter past, is usually more pungent than the present, or at least better organized in the mind.