Quotes on “memories”

Sharing tales of those we've lost is how we keep from really losing them.

I don't fancy colors of the face, I'm always attracted to colors of the brain.

Sometimes things become possible if we want them bad enough.

Dreams are hopeful because they exist as pure possibility. Unlike memories, which are fossils, long dead and buried deep.

That's the problem with memories: you can visit them, but you can't live in them.

The true definition of mental illness is when the majority of your time is spent in the past or future, but rarely living in the realism of NOW.

When you are joyful, when you say yes to life and have fun and project positivity all around you, you become a sun in the center of every constellation, and people want to be near you.

There comes a time in your life when you have to choose to turn the page, write another book or simply close it.

Stephen kissed me in the spring,Robin in the fall,But Colin only looked at meAnd never kissed at all.Stephen’s kiss was lost in jest,Robin’s lost in play,But the kiss in Colin’s eyesHaunts me night and day.

The worst memories stick with us, while the nice ones always seem to slip through our fingers.

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.

The hardest thing about the road not taken is that you never know where it might have led.

But that's how memory works, Bitterblue said quietly. Things disappear without your permission, then come back again without your permission." And sometimes they came back incomplete and warped.

Sometimes, remembering hurts too much.

No matter how much suffering you went through, you never wanted to let go of those memories.

How do you know when it's over? Maybe when you feel more in love with your memories than with the person standing in front of you.

In a person's lifetime there may be not more than half a dozen occasions that he can look back to in the certain knowledge that right then, at that moment, there was room for nothing but happiness in his heart.

Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depths of some devine despairRise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.