Memories Quotes


Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.

The town was paper, but the memories were not.

Paper Towns

John Green

Paper Towns

The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It's the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared.

The Giver

Lois Lowry

The Giver
Loneliness    Memories    Pain    Share

I don't want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again.

This Side of Paradise

F. Scott Fitzgerald

This Side of Paradise

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

The past beats inside me like a second heart.

The Sea

John Banville

The Sea

What i like about photographs is that they capture a moment that’s gone forever, impossible to reproduce.

Art    Capture    Fashion designer    Forever    Gone    Impossible    Memories    Memory    Moment    Photo    Photography    Reproduce    Shoot

Listen to the people who love you. Believe that they are worth living for even when you don't believe it. Seek out the memories depression takes away and project them into the future. Be brave; be strong; take your pills. Exercise because it's good for you even if every step weighs a thousand pounds. Eat when food itself disgusts you. Reason with yourself when you have lost your reason.

Belief    Bravery    Courage    Depression    Eating    Exercise    Food    Future    Life    Living    Love    Loved ones    Medication    Memories    Reason    Strength

I have learned that if you must leave a place that you have lived in and loved and where all your yesteryears are buried deep, leave it any way except a slow way, leave it the fastest way you can. Never turn back and never believe that an hour you remember is a better hour because it is dead. Passed years seem safe ones, vanquished ones, while the future lives in a cloud, formidable from a distance.

West with the Night

Beryl Markham

West with the Night
Anchoring    Attachment    Belonging    Future    Home    Homelessness    Leaving    Memories    Memory    Moving on    Past    Reminiscence    Roots    Uncertainty

Sometimes things become possible if we want them bad enough.

Humans, not places, make memories.

He was still too young to know that the heart's memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good, and that thanks to this artifice we manage to endure the burden of the past.

Love in the Time of Cholera

Gabriel García Márquez

Love in the Time of Cholera

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

The Collected Poems

Sara Teasdale

The Collected Poems
Kiss    Love    Memories    Poetry

There are memories that time does not erase... Forever does not make loss forgettable, only bearable.

Love    Memories    Sacrifice    Time

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

Life    Memories    Poetry    Sadness

Isn't it funny how the memories you cherish before a breakup can become your worst enemies afterwards? The thoughts you loved to think about, the memories you wanted to hold up to the light and view from every angle--it suddenly seems a lot safer to lock them in a box, far from the light of day and throw away the key. It's not an act of bitterness. It's an act if self-preservation. It's not always a bad idea to stay behind the window and look out at life instead, is it?

First Day

Ally Condie

First Day
Allyson braithwaite condie    Box    Breakup    Church    Day    First    Humor    Lockup    Love    Memories    Novel    Pain    Religion    Romance

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

Beliefs    Books    Boyfriend    Choices    Faith    Family    Friendships    Girlfriend    Hang ups    In love    Life    Love    Marriage    Memories    Moving on    Nostalgia    Obsessions    Peace    Relationships    Religion    Sister in laws    Sisters    Spouse    Unrequited love    Wife    Writing

Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.

The Story Girl

L.M. Montgomery

The Story Girl

The things we do outlast our mortality. The things we do are like monuments that people build to honor heroes after they've died. They're like the pyramids that the Egyptians built to honor the pharaohs. Only instead of being made of stone, they're made out of the memories people have of you.

Wonder

R.J. Palacio

Wonder


Time Does Not Bring Relief
Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
The old snows melt from every mountain-side,
And last year’s leaves are smoke in every lane;
But last year’s bitter loving must remain
Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide.
There are a hundred places where I fear
To go,—so with his memory they brim.
And entering with relief some quiet place
Where never fell his foot or shone his face
I say, There is no memory of him here!
And so stand stricken, so remembering him.

Collected Poems

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Collected Poems

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.

Joy    Memories    Sadness    Time

It scares me how hard it is to remember life before you. I can't even make the comparisons anymore, because my memories of that time have all the depth of a photograph. It seems foolish to play games of better and worse. It's simply a matter of is and is no longer.

Life    Love    Memories

Memories are bullets. Some whiz by and only spook you. Others tear you open and leave you in pieces.

Bullets    Memories    Metaphor    Pain

The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there.

The Go-Between

L.P. Hartley

The Go-Between

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.

I've apparently been the victim of growing up, which apparently happens to all of us at one point or another. It's been going on for quite some time now, without me knowing it. I've found that growing up can mean a lot of things. For me, it doesn't mean I should become somebody completely new and stop loving the things I used to love. It means I've just added more things to my list. Like for example, I'm still beyond obsessed with the winter season and I still start putting up strings of lights in September. I still love sparkles and grocery shopping and really old cats that are only nice to you half the time. I still love writing in my journal and wearing dresses all the time and staring at chandeliers. But some new things I've fallen in love with -- mismatched everything. Mismatched chairs, mismatched colors, mismatched personalities. I love spraying perfumes I used to wear when I was in high school. It brings me back to the days of trying to get a close parking spot at school, trying to get noticed by soccer players, and trying to figure out how to avoid doing or saying anything uncool, and wishing every minute of every day that one day maybe I'd get a chance to win a Grammy. Or something crazy and out of reach like that. ;) I love old buildings with the paint chipping off the walls and my dad's stories about college. I love the freedom of living alone, but I also love things that make me feel seven again. Back then naivety was the norm and skepticism was a foreign language, and I just think every once in a while you need fries and a chocolate milkshake and your mom. I love picking up a cookbook and closing my eyes and opening it to a random page, then attempting to make that recipe. I've loved my fans from the very first day, but they've said things and done things recently that make me feel like they're my friends -- more now than ever before. I'll never go a day without thinking about our memories together.

Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.
From an Irish headstone

Most things are forgotten over time. Even the war itself, the life-and-death struggle people went through is now like something from the distant past. We’re so caught up in our everyday lives that events of the past are no longer in orbit around our minds. There are just too many things we have to think about everyday, too many new things we have to learn. But still, no matter how much time passes, no matter what takes place in the interim, there are some things we can never assign to oblivion, memories we can never rub away. They remain with us forever, like a touchstone.

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

My Soul to Save

Rachel Vincent

My Soul to Save
Bad    Good    Life    Memories

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

A Month of Summer

Lisa Wingate

A Month of Summer

Memories are dangerous things. You turn them over and over, until you know every touch and corner, but still you'll find an edge to cut you.

Remembering is easy. It's forgetting that's hard.

Sometimes," he sighed, "I think the things I remember are more real than the things I see.

Memoirs of a Geisha

Arthur Golden Memoirs Of A Geisha

Memoirs of a Geisha

People leave strange little memories of themselves behind when they die.

Norwegian Wood

Haruki Murakami

Norwegian Wood

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

For One More Day

Mitch Albom For One More Day

For One More Day
Life    Lose    Memories    Remember    Share    Tales

Love is hard to find, hard to keep, and hard to forget.

Broken heart    Life    Lonely    Love    Love hurts    Lover    Memories    Remember

Memories, even bittersweet ones, are better than nothing.

Onyx

Jennifer L. Armentrout

Onyx

I am a dreamer. I know so little of real life that I just can’t help re-living such moments as these in my dreams, for such moments are something I have very rarely experienced. I am going to dream about you the whole night, the whole week, the whole year.

دكتور جيفاكو

Fyodor Dostoyevsky

دكتور جيفاكو

The days aren't discarded or collected, they are bees
that burned with sweetness or maddened
the sting: the struggle continues,
the journeys go and come between honey and pain.
No, the net of years doesn't unweave: there is no net.
They don't fall drop by drop from a river: there is no river.
Sleep doesn't divide life into halves,
or action, or silence, or honor:
life is like a stone, a single motion,
a lonesome bonfire reflected on the leaves,
an arrow, only one, slow or swift, a metal
that climbs or descends burning in your bones.

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.

When the remembering was done, the forgetting could begin.

In the meantime, I could withdraw to my room, could hide and sleep as if I were dead

Prozac Nation

Elizabeth Wurtzel

Prozac Nation

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.

I could tell you it's the heart, but what is really killing him is loneliness. Memories are worse than bullets.

Memory is the diary we all carry about with us.

You don’t deserve my image in your head. You don’t deserve my memories in your chest.

Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar...

The Sound and the Fury

William Faulkner

The Sound and the Fury

I remember when your name was just another name that rolled without thought off my tongue.
Now, I can’t look at your name without an abundance of sentiment attached to each letter.
Your name, which I played with so carelessly, so easily, has somehow become sacred to my lips.
A name I won’t throw around lightheartedly or repeat without deep thought.
And if ever I speak of you, I use the English language to describe who you were to me. You are nameless, because those letters grouped together in that familiar form….. carries too much meaning for my capricious heart.

Love    Love story    Memories    Names    Passion    Remembering    Sentiment    Thoughts    Writers    Your name

Forgetting isn't enough. You can paddle away from the memories and think they are gone. But they will keep floating back, again and again and agian. They circle you, like sharks. Until, unless, something, someone? Can do more than just cover the wound.

Story of a Girl

Sara Zarr Tara Altebrando

Story of a Girl

Even if she be not harmed, her heart may fail her in so much and so many horrors; and hereafter she may suffer--both in waking, from her nerves, and in sleep, from her dreams.

Anxiety    Dreams    Fear    Horror    Memories    Nightmares

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