Memory Quotes - Page 11

Nature has certain mechanism to record all memories of every life being.

Fantasies... who needs fantasies? I have memories.

Reunion with the mother is a siren call haunting our imagination. Once there was bliss, and now there is struggle. Dim memories of life before the traumatic separation of birth may be the source of Arcadian fantasies of a lost golden age.

Small children believe themselves to be gods, or some of them do, and they can only be satisfied when the rest of the world goes along with their way of seeing things.

Geschichten, das wusste Jude, waren wertvoll, denn sie halfen einem, die Welt zu verstehen. Sie lenkten von den wirklich schlimmen Dingen ab und manchmal, in den besten Fällen, ließen sie Hoffnung aufkeimen.

Loss alone is but the wounding of a heart; it is memory that makes it our ruin.

Memories aren't stored in the heart or the head or even the soul, if you ask me, but in the spaces between any given two people.

By having good memories on every place you just visit,
you are building paradise in your own heart and your life.

How cruelly sweet are the echoes that start, when memory plays an old tune on the heart!

I climb aboard my tricycle and pedal my heart to the stars.

I'd give anything right now to go back, even just for a few moments, so I could pay more attention. Inscribe every detail of him, and of us together, onto my heart, where I could keep it safe always. Where even time couldn't erase it.

Heart has a memory.

The mind forgets, but the heart will always remember. And what is the heart's memory but love itself?

For with the perturbations of memory are linked the intermittencies of the heart.

Tick-Tock Tick-Tock Memory

The tick tock tick tocks goes the clock

The memory in my heart not aged but I am aged,

As the tick tock tick tock goes on.

So long as the memory of certain beloved friends lives in my heart, I shall say that life is good.

You wanted to believe that getting older, growing up, would change everything, transform you into the amazing person you were meant to be. But what if it didn't? What if you had to stay you forever?

An act of kindness may take only a moment of our time, but when captured in the heart the memory lives forever.

Deep in December
it's nice to remember
without a hurt
the heart is hollow.

Farewells can be shattering, but returns are surely worse. Solid flesh can never live up to the bright shadow cast by its absence. Time and distance blur the edges; then suddenly the beloved has arrived, and it's noon with its merciless light, and every spot and pore and wrinkle and bristle stands clear.