Always have old memories, and young hopes.
Things that were hard to bear are sweet to remember.
Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.
Take care of all your memories. For you cannot relive them.
Memories are the key not to the past, but to the future.
Some memories are realities, and are better than anything that can ever happen to one again.
Leftovers in their less visible form are called memories. Stored in the refrigerator of the mind and the cupboard of the heart.
Everybody needs his memories. They keep the wolf of insignificance from the door.
To look backward for a while is to refresh the eye, to restore it, and to render it the more fit for its prime function of looking forward.
I have memories - but only a fool stores his past in the future.
The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It's the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared.
The happiest memories are of moments that ended when they should have.
A childhood is what anyone wants to remember of it. It leaves behind no fossils, except perhaps in fiction.
The worst memories stick with us, while the nice ones always seem to slip through our fingers.
I have more memories than if I were a thousand years old.
In memory's telephoto lens, far objects are magnified.
Memories are bullets. Some whiz by and only spook you. Others tear you open and leave you in pieces.
No matter how much suffering you went through, you never wanted to let go of those memories.
She glances at the photo, and the pilot light of memory flickers in her eyes.
The visible world is a daily miracle for those who have eyes and ears; and I still warm hands thankfully at the old fire, though every year it is fed with the dry wood of more old memories.
Some of my old memories feel trapped in amber in my brain, lucid and burning, while others are like the wing beat of a hummingbird, an intangible, ephemeral blur.
A past may chase you if you try to escape from it... but once you confront it, it's just an old memory inside you. There's nothing to be afraid of.
To an old memory like mine the present days are but as a little water poured on the deep.
He paused again as a tear of longing rolled from cheek to lip with the sweet-salty taste of an old memory.
There are some people in your life who bring back old memories. And there are others - your first kiss, your first love, your first sex - who, the moment you see them, bring a spark...and something far more potent. They bring back your old life and with that, potential. And possibilities. And the feeling that if you were back in that time, life could be so very different from where you're stuck right now. That's the most tantalizing thing....I want my potential back.
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