Memories Quotes - Page 5

Some memories are meant for not to be said, either they are too Scary to tell, or we love them that much, that we can’t explain those in oral words.

People have often told me that one of their strongest childhood memories is the scent of their grandmother's house. I never knew my grandmothers, but I could always count of the Bookmobile.

Books are like flypaper, memories cling to the printed pages better than anything else.

Aryami Bose's home had been closed up for years, inhabited only by books and paintings, but the spectre of thousands of memories imprisoned between its walls still permeated the house.

There are moments when I wish I could roll back the clock and take all the sadness away, but I have the feeling that if I did, the joy would be gone as well.

A territory is only possessed for a moment in time.

i used to talk hours with photograph.may be he thought i am out of mind.in love we never was apart.while he took all my privacy-i came back to old road,now i talk to him in my mind and memories.

I and the girl in the picture have ceased to be the same person. I am her outcome, the result of the life she once lived headlong; whereas she, if she can be said to exist at all, is composed only of what I remember. I have the better view - I can see her clearly, most of the time. But even if she knew enough to look, she can't see me at all.

Don't let the day go by without a handful of fun, for only those we'll be memorable and even intensified through time

Memories hold you back; their weight crushes your spirit.

The way those old memories kept bubbling to the surface in the present tense was disturbing. It was as if the past had never died; as if on some level of time's great tower, everything was still happening.

For him, it appeared he could freeze
the moment in a memory; only for it to slip through his
hands like water.

I am hopelessly in love with a memory.
An echo from another time, another place.

Today can be better than the worse of yesterdays, but tomorrow can never replace the best of yesterdays.

Time laughs in the distance as I cling to the belief memories of you will fade.

We spend our lives in the attempt to capture memory forever; to capture moments; to capture Time itself.

It is very strange to think back like this, although come to think of it, there is no fence or hedge round Time that has gone. You can go back and have what you like if you remember it well enough.

It's a cruel, ironical art, photography. The dragging of captured moments into the future; moments that should have been allowed to evaporate with the past, should exist only in memories glimpsed through the fog of events that came after. Photography forces us to see people before their future weighed down on them. Before they knew their endings.

My life will be measured in years; his will be measured in memories. I'm determined that whatever time we have together will never fade from his mind.

In the coastal strains of music full of lovers hopes and dreams upon, wearing only warmth, fresh scent of the ocean and delightfully joyous smile...I look deep in your dark gloomy ochi 'cross the oceans and lands between us, am aware by sweet memories your heart is tortured...and you are for eternity mine...