Memories Quotes

It's the memories you don't see coming that hurt the most.

Gosh, life is so cruel. It shows you happiness, then whisks it all away, and you're left with nothing but memories and broken promises about a future you'd do anything to have.

Many try to go back to the past, despite the laws of space and time. You can try something simpler. Just turn your head back!

A Person Becomes Old When His Mind Is More Occupied by Memories Than Aspirations

You just want to be able to walk out of your house and turn your face to the sun and stumble down a corner where you have some memory, and you're not really allowed any of that.

Trying to forget someone you loved is like trying to remember someone you never even knew.

it is the saddest thing when someone you know becomes someone you knew.

The dynamics of war are so absolutely intense, the drama of war is so absolutely emotionally spellbinding that it's hard for you to go on with a normal life without feeling something is missing. I have had a wonderful life...I've enjoyed my life, but I find there are times when I'm pulled back into the whirlpool...the intensity of that experience was so overwhelming and almost intimidating that you can't quite let go of it.

To forget the war would be not just impossible, it would be immoral...It never goes away, it's something you have to endure the way you endured the war itself. There's no alternative. You can't wipe out these memories. You can't wipe out what you felt at that time or what you knew other people felt. It's part of your whole possession of life. And I suppose it does some good.

You'd rather focus on other people's Kodak moments than make memories of your own!

Every once in a while one of these contemporaries made a farewell round of calls before going up to New York or Philadelphia or Pittsburgh to go into business, but mostly they just stayed round in this languid paradise of dreamy skies and firefly evenings and noisy nigger street fairs - and especially of gracious, soft-voiced girls, who were brought up on memories instead of money.

What I am grateful for is the gift of intelligence, and for life, love, wonder, and laughter. You can't say it wasn't interesting. My lifetime's memories are what I have brought home from the trip. I will require them for eternity no more than that little souvenir of the Eiffel Tower I brought home from Paris.

I'll sit and wonder of every love that could have been, if I'd only thought of something charming to say.

My memories have turned into anxieties.

It's the memory and aftertaste of the being that holds the most importance.

Memories, even your most precious ones, fade surprisingly quickly. But I don’t go along with that. The memories I value most, I don’t ever see them fading.

Memories are what warm you up from the inside. But they're also what tear you apart.

Like all great travelers, I have seen more than I remember, and remember more than I have seen.

Ye banks and braes o' bonie Doon,
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?
How can ye chant, ye little birds,
And I sae weary fu' o' care!
Thou'll break my heart, thou warbling bird,
That wantons thro' the flowering thorn:
Thou minds me o' departed joys,
Departed never to return.

It’s not the camera, it’s the captured memories.