I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.
The life of the dead is placed on the memories of the living. The love you gave in life keeps people alive beyond their time. Anyone who was given love will always live on in another's heart.
Gratitude is when memory is stored in the heart and not in the mind.
We fell silent again. The thing we had shared was nothing more than a fragment of time that had died longe ago.Even so, a faint glimmer of that warm memory still claimed a part of my heart. And when death claim me, no doubt I would walk along by that faint light in the brief instant before being flung once again into the abyss of nothingness
People who have gone, are still here, in us. Places we came from, are carried to the places we go.
It's a pleasure to share one's memories. Everything remembered is dear, endearing, touching, precious. At least the past is safe though we didn't know it at the time. We know it now. Because it's in the past; because we have survived.
How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.
Memory is the treasury and guardian of all things.
Memory is a complicated thing, a relative to truth, but not its twin.
In memory everything seems to happen to music.
Some memories are realities, and are better than anything that can ever happen to one again.
Sooner or later we all discover that the important moments in life are not the advertised ones, not the birthdays, the graduations, the weddings, not the great goals achieved. The real milestones are less prepossessing. They come to the door of memory unannounced, stray dogs that amble in, sniff around a bit and simply never leave. Our lives are measured by these.
Without memory, there is no culture. Without memory, there would be no civilization, no society, no future.
One day, in retrospect, the years of struggle will strike you as the most beautiful.
Time and memory are true artists; they remould reality nearer to the heart's desire.
Memories of our lives, of our works and our deeds will continue in others.
The truth is that things matter. They have to, they are what we live with and touch each and every day. They represent what we've seen, who we've loved and where we hope to go next. They remind us of the good times and the rough patches and everything in between that's made us who we are.
So long as the memory of certain beloved friends lives in my heart, I shall say that life is good.
I love the nostalgic myself. I hope we never lose some of the things of the past.
God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.
Keep all special thoughts and memories for lifetimes to come. Share these keepsakes with others to inspire hope and build from the past, which can bridge to the future.
A life is like a garden. Perfect moments can be had, but not preserved, except in memory.
When I was younger I could remember anything, whether it happened or not.
Each day of our lives we make deposits in the memory banks of our children.
Sweet is the memory of distant friends! Like the mellow rays of the departing sun, it falls tenderly, yet sadly, on the heart.
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