Memories Quotes - Page 8

I told her that saying goodbye didn't matter, not a bit. What mattered were all the days you were together before that, all the things you remembered.

What i like about photographs is that they capture a moment that’s gone forever, impossible to reproduce.

Memories are of the ethereal, and not the material world, that is how I know I am forever.

Your past is like a bag of bricks; set it down and walk away. Quit collecting every painful word, memory and mistake. Collect hope.

The easiest way to leave the past behind is to remember that love does not live in the past, only memories - love lives in the present.

Spending moments with another in earnest presence is one of the simple ways we can show unconditional love. It is the memories created from these impressions that survive after all else passes.

Consult your memory to know what matters most in your life.

Forgotten hero was never the real hero, real hero can not be forgotten.

The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there.

Dates are convenient hooks on which we can hang our memories of events. But history is all about people - people like you and me who did things to change the world.

But some memories are more important than others,' she says. 'Because some memories belong to more than just one other person...Some memories tell us about who we are. They need to be kept safe so that things can change for all of us

Here the past was everywhere, an entire continent sown with memories.

Whether you need to remember the past or not, It changes nothing but gives the best choice for the future that makes You always to remember your past.

Stories about lives remembered bring us backward while allowing us to move forward.

Its really hard to recall the day you became friends with special people.

What was our life like? I almost don't remember now. Though I remember it, the space of time it occupied. And I remember it fondly.

I kiss her ghost, and sleep with the dust on her photograph, next to my bedside.

The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It's the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared.

Memories are bullets. Some whiz by and only spook you. Others tear you open and leave you in pieces.

All that is left to bring you pain, are the memories. If you face those, you’ll be free. You can’t spend the rest of your life hiding from yourself; always afraid that your memories will incapacitate you, and they will if you continue to bury them.