Memories - Quotes
They say we can repress our memories. I wonder if we`re just keeping them safe somewhere. Because no matter how painful they are, they are our most valuable possessions. Our lives are built on our mistakes as much as our successes. They made us who we are.
There`s something about christmas that always throws us back upon ourself, on our memories and wishes, our childhood self, which is always standing wide-eyed with amazement outside the great door behind which the wonder is waiting.
I have always wanted to be loved by someone in the way that you loved me. And I would rather have those memories than any future where I destroy them.
Our memories are the only paradise from which we can never be expelled.
We keep this love in a photograph
We made these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing, our hearts were never broken
And time`s forever frozen, still...
It is obviously impossible to live in the present. The brain-computer has no program for it. That we live in the past and in the future, in memories and hopes, in past accomplishments and plans for the future, is based on one of those odd laws of the human psyche.
True friends are never forgotten they live within our hearts and souls forever and always dancing on our stage of memories.
Memories were like a line drawn in the dirt. The further back you went the scuffier and harder to see that line got. Until finally there was nothing but smooth sand and the black hole of nothingness that you came out of.
The way I feel
Was promised by your face
The sound of your voice
Painted on my memories
Even if you`re not with me.
Collective thinking is usually short-lived. We`re fickle, stupid beings with poor memories and a great gift for self-destruction.
Memories are the only things we really own, the only things that stay constant.
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. So I take the memories as they come, accepting them all, letting them guide me whenever I can.
What is a man but the sum of his memories? We are the stories we live! The tales we tell ourselves!
I want to sleep, I want dreams to pull me from this world and make me forget. To stop the memories from swirling around me. To put an end to this ache that consumes me.