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You were born on a moving train. And even though it feels like you're standing still, time is sweeping past you, right where you sit. But once in a while you look up,and actually feel the inertia,and watch as the present turns into a memory —as if some future you is already looking back on it. Dès Vu. One day you’ll remember this moment, and it’ll mean something very different. Maybe you’ll cringe and laugh, or brim with pride, aching to return. or notice some detail hidden in the scene, a future landmark making its first appearance or discreetly taking its final bow. So you try to sense it ahead of time, looking for clues, as if you’re walking through the memory while it’s still happening, feeling for all the world like a time traveler. The world around you is secretly strange: some details are charming and dated, others precious and irretrievable, but all fade into the quaint texture of the day. You try to read the faces around you, each fretting about the day’s concerns, not yet realizing that this world is already out of their hands. That it doesn’t have to be this way, it just sort of happened, and everything will soon be completely different. Because you really are a time traveler, leaping into the future in little tentative steps. Just a kid stuck in a strange land without a map, With nothing to do but soak in the moment and take one last look before moving on. But another part of you is already an old man, looking back on things. Waiting at the door for his granddaughter, who’s trying to make her way home for a visit. You are two people still separated by an ocean of time, Part of you bursting to talk about what you saw, Part of you longing to tell you what it means.
— The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows
Even when one is no longer attached to things, it's still something to have been attached to them; because it was always for reasons which other people didn't grasp...' There are the places in memory you do not wish to go with others.
— Edmund de Waal, The Hare With Amber Eyes: A Family's Century of Art and Loss
I don't remember much, which is a kind of mercy,I suppose. I see it in patterns.Sometimes it's like a scribble on a wall- no matter how many times you paint over it, a bit of it always comes through, but not enough to put together the whole.I try not to think about it too much.
— Amitav Ghosh, The Glass Palace
In my memories I have set my life in Brooklyn between pieces of glass, separate from my current existence, and this has enabled me to move forward. The past cannot tie me in knots, nor can it cause me to drown. And yet what is stored in glass belongs to me still. Each piece is a part of me: the hummingbirds, the locked doors, Mr. Morris in the yard, the pear tree, the woman covered by bees, and you. Especially you.
— Alice Hoffman, The Museum of Extraordinary Things
Different people remember things differently, and you’ll not get any two people to remember anything the same, whether they were there or not. You stand two of you lot next to each other, and you could be continents away for all it means anything.
— Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane
But there, war does not care for predetermination; it also destroys in fury that wich is immaterial, the hopes and expectations (from Requiem for a Hotel /Nekrolog auf ein Hotel,1918)
— Stefan Zweig, Reisen mit Stefan Zweig: Gedichte, Elegien Und Eindrücke Von Konstanz, Brügge, Sevilla, Provence, Comer See
One day you will just wake up and you will do not want to remember that it was real fact, what has happened before you fell asleep.
— Pēteris Bitāns
Aamir, recalling back to the idyllic days of his college youth, pictured himself once again sitting quietly on a familiar neighbourhood rooftop. He often enjoyed relaxing there, alone or with friends, while watching the colourful fluttering prayer flags on rooftop poles, especially in the warmth of an early evening breeze, as wispy clouds drifted against the jagged Himalayan backdrop. He has oft times wondered, ever since his childhood, if the prayers to the spirits of the dead, flying out from those slowly tattering rags, will ever really be answered. Perhaps it will be in another place, in another time, when we’re living another life that we shall finally know. Aamir had calmly thought at the time. He was that sort of philosophical guy.
— Andrew James Pritchard, One In an Eleven Million
One day you will just wake up and you will do not want to remember that it was a real fact, what has happened before you fell asleep.
— Pēteris Bitāns
I could go to a dozen houses, scrape away the dirt, and find his footprints, but my own prints evaporated before I ever looked back.
— Brenda Sutton Rose
You will never say goodbye to the past, until you understand why the flashbacks haunt you.
— Shannon L. Alder
October air, complete with dancing leaves and sighing winds greeted him as he stepped from the bus onto the dusty highway. Coolness embraced. The scent of burning wood hung crisp in the air from somewhere far in the distance. His backpack dropped in a flutter of dust. He surveyed dying cornfields from the gas station bus stop. Seeing this place, for the first time in over twenty years, brought back a flood of memories, long buried and forgotten.
— Jaime Allison Parker, The Delta Highway
By tomorrow Marilyn would forget this moment: Lydia's shout, the shattered edges in her tone. It would disappear forever from her memory of Lydia, the way memories of a lost loved one always smooth and simplify themselves, shedding complexity like scales.
— Celeste Ng, Everything I Never Told You
This is a special date but that was a special time
— Anamika Mishra
I watched the rain stream across the window in little rivulets with sunshine coming through. For me, the rain has always been an emotional thing that makes me very happy. However, living with the fact that it will never last forever breaks my heart. The slow falling rain reminds me of the time when I and my father would just watch the rain until it stopped. It has been a warm memory ever since.
— Manasa Rao, Love was just a word
I walk at night under a moonless sky. Only the terrain guides my steps, yet my footfall is as sure as if a dozen suns lit the way. I go to meet you under a leafless tree that never seems to grow or alter its shape. I am uncertain if it still lives or has learned to disguise its death. The same thought crosses my mind when I feel your cold fingers take my hand. It is not the tree I reflect 
— Richelle E. Goodrich, Making Wishes
I imagined each experience going on in that city, the world that was taking up my chest and throat, and I wanted to experience all of them. For every person sitting on a roof top staring at the stars, every person driving out to the desert with their lover and a mattress in the back of their pickup, every adrenalin shot of stepping on a stage or movie set, every hand and breath casting music into the night, every kiss that felt like the first, every breath stealing glance, every dance, every burst of camera light, everything – I wanted to do it all. I was a moment chaser.
— Jackie Haze, Borderless
The crazy game of pilling stones was also in you and your friends’ marvelous innovation. And how really hard you would hit the phony big guy who you hated like anything.
— ChildHood
Today, unlocking the room and stepping into its dusty embrace, it struck her – the bareness, the cobwebs in the corners, the dark squares on the walls where the maps had once hung, the intricately designed tiles disappeared in filth, the urn-less, roseless emptiness, the laughter that once was. Sighs everywhere, and echoes, the papery trail of ants through the ancient wood, the still, suspended sheets of dust, and through it all, those memories, still alive, still alive.
— Debotri Dhar, The Courtesans of Karim Street
Gideon and I sit there in the dark, wordless for a while, only our ragged breaths disturbing the silence. Memories of my sister overwhelm me—I see her impish grin as she leans over me at the orphanage, tugging on my hair until I wake up. I remember us climbing up to the roof as kids, sitting cross-legged next to the herbs and vegetables our caretakers were growing while we read the English books Rose had “borrowed” from her class at school. And then there was L.A.—all of our hope for a better life so quickly crushed, but Rose never let despair overtake her. She was there after every single night to hold me until the pain went away. And later, when I got numb to it all, she still made a point of holding me, of promising me that one day things would be different.
— Paula Stokes, Vicarious
She knew that the dead hid pieces of themselves in the world. They buried organs in the living. They stuffed memories into trees and clouds and other innocuous things.
— Lauren DeStefano, A Curious Tale of the In-Between
Memories come back, pressing in on you, like ghost faces in the darkness pushing up the glass, trying to get into the lit room.
— Julia Green
It seems that the people who come into our lives and stay for the briefest amount of time have the greatest impact upon us. Time may change some things, but not all things. Each day brings me closer to him, and the age in which he passed from this world into the next, but I still fight the urge, on rare occasions, to pick up the phone and dial his number, which I still remember. It's decades later, but that last meal we shared, laughing and smiling at each other from across the table, lost in harmony, seems but yesterday. Then there was the last lingering look and the final wave goodbye.
— Donna Lynn Hope
I think of you when upon the sea the sun flings her beams.I think of you when the moonlight shines in silvery streams.I see you when upon the distant hills the dust awakes;At night when on a fragile bridge the traveler quakes.I hear you when the billows rise on high,With murmur deep.To tread the silent grove where wander I,When all's asleep.
— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
...And on my fourth morning in Naples, I woke up alone. There was a note on the table with the breakfast that Cinzia had quietly prepared for me. It read, "It could never be. But that's why it will always be - perfectly divine. Cinzia" City Solipsism: A Short Story
— Zack Love, Stories and Scripts: an Anthology
Sometimes the presence of a happy moment, one that won't fade, is all the comfort we need.
— Lawren Leo, Love's Shadow: Nine Crooked Paths
I am wishing of a memory, where you gave me everything you hadand where I offered you the pieces that were leftof me.
— Richard Pérez, If Only Time Were Enough
Memories had come back to Thomas on several occasions. The Changing, the dreams he’d had since, fleeting glimpses here and there, like quick lightning strikes in his mind. And right now, listening to the white-suited man talk, it felt as if he were standing on a cliff and all the answers were just about to float up from the depths for him to see in their entirety. The urge to grasp those answers was almost too strong to keep at bay.But he was still wary. He knew he’d been a part of it all, had helped design the Maze, had taken over after the original Creators died and kept the program going with new recruits. “I remember enough to be ashamed of myself,” he admitted. “But living through this kind of abuse is a lot different than planning it. It’s just not right.
— James Dashner, The Death Cure
Memories are what we cherish so lets make the present worth cherishing.
— Amit Abraham
Some memories find a permanent place in the heart, and we remember those times as being sunlit and beautiful
— Anamika Mishra, VoiceMates - A Novel
I reached inside her and pulled out the deepest memories in her body, the memories that words can’t describe, the memories that are as much a piece of her as her arms and legs. Those are the ones she’s filled with now.
— Beth Revis, The Body Electric
The trouble with discarding bad memories was that evidently the good ones went with them
— Anne Tyler
Making new good memories -possible,Going back in your good memories -impossible,Do possible and don't think about impossible -happiness.
— omer dar
I don't like the memories because the tears come easily, and once again I break my promise to myself for this day. It's a constant battle. a war between remembering and forgetting.
— E.E. Cummings
I have never been good at saying goodbyes to people. What else can they offer rather than a reciprocal desolation?
— Aishah Madadiy
How do you like to be remembered? Me, I would like to be remembered like an elusive good book that does not appear lovable to everyone, gets underrated at times, yet never loses its rarity to inspire, whenever one comes down to the verge of despair, and that functions like ember, forgotten, but when the weather goes cold, one suddenly remembers to reignite it for warmth and comfort.
— Aishah Madadiy, Bits of Heaven
Nothing distinguishes memories from ordinary moments. Only later do they make themselves known, from their scars. - Chris Marker
— Zeina Abirached, I Remember Beirut
Life is kind of like that, picking the memories you want to frame. We all have an idea of how it should be, all smiles and swing sets. There are the more unsavory moments that we leave in the box stashed up in the darker parts of our psyche. We know they exist but we don’t go flaunting them in front of the dinner guests.
— Bryan Reardon, Finding Jake
Why do you and I have to hold these memories?''It gives us wisdom.
— Lois Lowry, The Giver
It's just that...without the memories, it's all meaningless.
— Lois Lowry, The Giver
God will bring you a gift. However, it is up to you to stop shaking the same box and expecting something wonderful will fall out of it again. After a while, you are going to break that box and it won't remind you of that moment when it meant everything to you.
— Shannon L. Alder
Some memories were all right, but others were dangerous.
— Stephen King
She tasted the day he lost his first job. She tasted the morning he had awakened, still drunk, in his car, in the middle of a cornfield, and, terrified, had sworn off the bottle for ever. She knee his real name. She remembered the name that had once been tattooed on his arm and knew why it could be there no longer. She tasted the color of his eyes from the inside, and shivered at the nightmare he had in which he was forced to carry spiny fish in his mouth, and from which he woke, choking, night after night. She savored the hungers in food and fiction, and discovered a dark sky when he was a small boy and he had stared up at the stars and wondered at their vastness and immensity, that even he had forgotten.
— Neil Gaiman, Sirens and Other Daemon Lovers
I like attics. They're as peaceful as God's church. Alone and apart, but a body can hear everything. The past stacked up like forgotten memories, but with a small effort, brought down and enjoyed again.
— Kim Harrison, Holidays Are Hell
Arms wrapped around me, I looked over the past boxed up and piled haphazardly about, like memories in a person’s brain. It was only a matter of knowing where a thought was and dusting it off.
— Kim Harrison, Holidays Are Hell
I think of you when upon the sea the sun flings her beams. I think of you when the moonlight shines in silvery streams. I see you when upon the distant hills the dust awakes; At night when on a fragile bridge the traveler quakes.I hear you when the blows rise on high, with murmur deep. To tread the silent grove where wander I, When all's asleep.
— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
The moment you try so hard to forget becomes your sharpest memory.-Tara
— Amita Trasi, The Color of our Sky
It should be some kind of goal to be absolutely clear about your past experiences and have let them all go and accepted them in full.
— Auliq Ice
But she no longer felt sadness about it, the pressure of sorrow that had overtaken her at the table, the longing for all the Burgess kids, and the sense of the irreplaceable familiarity of her old life-that had passed the way the cramping of a stomach muscle passes, and the absence of its pain was glorious.
— Elizabeth Strout
Nothing is perfect," sighed the fox. "My life is very monotonous. I run after the chickens; the men run after me. All the chickens are the same; all the men are the same. Consequently, I get a little bored. But if you tame me, my days will be as if filled with sunlight. I shall know the sound of a footstep different from all the rest. ...You see the fields of corn? Well, I don't eat bread. Corn is of no use to me. Corn fields remind me of nothing. Which is sad. On the other hand, your hair is the colour of gold. So think how wonderful it will be when you have tamed me. The corn, which is golden, will remind me of you. And I will come to love the sound of the wind in the field of corn.The fox fell silent and looked steadily at the little prince for a long time."Please," he said, "tame me!
— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince
But some memories are more important than others,' she says. 'Because some memories belong to more than just one other person...Some memories tell us about who we are. They need to be kept safe so that things can change for all of us
— Anna Smaill, The Chimes
I'm so careless that now i don't even care if i cared for you.
— Vatsal
The memories of you are dead in my mind, but alive in my heart.
— Mya Waechtler
I could wade into this river, let my sins drown to the bottom, let the waters carry me someplace far. Someplace with no ghosts, no memories, and no sins.
— Khaled Hosseini
Losing myself interests me. The fertile topsoil interests me, sprawling beneath a light dusting of snow, and the snow that crams the trunks and branches of the pines and elms and redwoods, having frozen up their roots, subdues me to consider life and death. What lurks beneath the ground? Surely dead seeds and frozen worms reside deep below that earth, and surely all those presentiments of life lying dormant, dead or dying, scattered and mute, like memories.
— S.K. Kalsi
People of deserts cannot know the importance of forests; to know this, one must first have sweet memories spent in the forests!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
Memories are like Diamonds. They are precious and and wonderful things. Cherish each one.
— Roy Carl Weiler Sr.
I come to listen to your pain and to hear the stories and memories of a few obsessed citizens. Jerusalem, I come to you in disguise: in over-colourful, immodest clothes and vulgar make-up... The only way I could come to you was in disguise, as a whore.
— Suad Amiry, Golda Slept Here
Your memory is a monster
—  you forget - it doesn't.
Memories are those endless treasures, which we can keep exploring till eternity and bask in their glory like a slow swinging hammock!
— Balroop Singh
She clung to the memories of her youth as if they were the only way she could save a piece of her soul from whatever it was she was about to face.
— Emmie White, Captive
My painful memories sift through me like sand through stretched fingers. Only small pieces cling and stay around for me to keep, the rest just disappear. I know not where and I don’t
— Willow Madison, We Were One Once
Better to leave with good memories than have the last ones be the embarrassing, smoking ruin of what once had been a fantastic friendship.
— Katherine McIntyre, Solid Ground
Where is the good memories ? Where is Love ?
— Sara Keddar
for those memories are nowjust like these little kittensI hold in my handsthose can be kissedand treasuredbut not held too tightly.
— Sanober  Khan, Turquoise Silence
Every summer, like the roses, childhood returns.
— Marty Rubin
Some people walk into our lives and leave footprints on our hearts. Others walk into our lives and we want to leave footprints on their face!
— Auliq Ice
I look around the room and can't help but think about how it is the little things we look back on in life. I wonder how often people think that they should pay more attention to them.
— Erika Lance, Behind the Veil
We can not say for the memories "go away", we can only protect us as they hit.
— Davi Oliveira
Actors are good liars, writers are good liars with good memories.
— Daniel Keys Moran
But with the morning almost gone, with seven bodachs in the recreation room, with living boneyards stalking the storm, with Death opening the door to a luge chute and inviting me to go for a bobsled ride, I didn't have time to put on a victim suit and tell the woeful tale of my sorrowful childhood. Neither time nor the inclination
— Dean Koontz, Brother Odd
Adán fell asleep to these stories and slept like the dead until the sun struck him in the eyes and the whole long, wonderful summer day started again with the smell of fresh tortillas, manchaca, chorizo, and fat, sweet oranges.
— Don Winslow, The Power of the Dog
My brother distrusts the essential truth of memories; I distrust the way we colour them in. We each have our own cheap-mail-order paintbox, and our favourite hues. Thus, I remembered Grandma a few pages ago as "petite and unopinionated". My brother, when consulted, takes out his paintbrush and counterproposes "short and bossy.
— Julian Barnes
O for those days when these tired metaphors were teenagers too, when it was still possible to recite ‘Daffodils’ and feel thrilled as you gazed at the golden laburnum in bloom. Recognising clichés is a sign of aging. Sweet as the past may be, it best remains pressed within the pages of memory, savoured for a moment ortwo on quiet Sunday afternoons.
— Indu Muralidharan, The Reengineers
I would think of certain winter nights when he wedged himself between Nona and me in bed, a furtive warmth embedded in his skin already tinctured with virginal earth and milk and possibility, or how that peculiar scent common to all small children before the age of five--sunshine sweetened hair, a nascent woodsiness in him exuding youthful exuberance--gripped us, suspended us eighties in the sense that our hope, our very survival, depended on the fulfillment of this child's dreams. How I took those years I spent for granted, believing them unalterable? pg. 9
— S.K. Kalsi, The Stove-Junker
you wereand always will bethat first ever touchto have fertilizedthe groundbeneath my life’s treesthat first ever roseto have fragrancedthe rest of my memories.
— Sanober  Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest
I don't write to chase away my demons ~I wield my pen as a weapon...calling those bastards to war!
— Muse
Nonetheless, love is a funny thing. More specifically, second loves are a funny thing. For no matter how special that second or third or even fourth love is, no matter how much you can’t live without him, the first one always creeps in.
— Lindsay Detwiler, Voice of Innocence
Like memories in cold decay, Transmissions echoing away, Far from the world of you and I Where oceans bleed into the sky..
— Linkin Park
The reason negative emotions burn out so very slowly in us is because we keep igniting them with old, unpleasant memories.
— Ali B. Moe
I'd had much practice turning my mind away from certain memories of my childhood. I could quickly dial her remembered voice from a whisper to a silence.
— Dean Koontz, Odd Thomas
Regrets serve their purpose. You'll see.
— Lori Lansens, The Mountain Story
wounds make you awake in the memories but tears makes tough and dry in real life.
— Kishore Bansal
We place memories on pieces of paper to know they will always exist.
— Nathan Filer
Memories were like tomb paintings, thought the Major, the colors still vivid no matter how many layers of mud and sand time deposited. Scrape at them and they come up all red and blazing.
— Helen Simonson, Major Pettigrew's Last Stand
when I finally begin to driftinto sleepyour memory is the...firstand the moonlightthe last, to kiss my face.
— Sanober  Khan, Turquoise Silence
Some memories were harder to forget than others. Especially the painful ones.
— Elizabeth Eulberg, Better off Friends
Through pictures, we cut reality in pieces. We selected only the choicest moments, discarding the rest as if they'd never happened.
— Sarah Ockler, The Book of Broken Hearts
Desiree. It's like falling in love every night and having your heart broken every morning... Having more memory is just a way of distorting a greater amount of the past.
— Craig Clevenger, Dermaphoria
Memories are weird. They never really leave you alone, no matter how much you try, and the funny part is--the more you try, the more they haunt you. The more you want to run away, the faster they seem to catch up, and then there comes a time when you are convinced that you have finally managed to leave them behind and move on. You rejoice. You celebrate. You have exorcised the ghosts of the past--you feel liberated, UNTIL one fine day, some old memory creeps up slowly from behind and taps you on your shoulder just to say "Hi. How’s it going so far?". That is when everything comes rushing in, and you realize that maybe, just maybe, it had never really gone away.
— Priyanka Naik, Twists Of Fate
When you walk into your memories, you are opening a door to the past; the road within has many branches, and the route is different every time.
— Xinran
Always take a picture for everywhere you go; if you don't, then all you just lost was the precious memories and moments
— Inspiracreatiflife
Memories are who we are, Tul. In the end, that’s all the luggage you take with you. Love and memories are what last.
— Kristin Hannah, Fly Away
The lonely, wistful revisionism of memories is as gratingly repetitive as snow and ice in Canada. I avoid them both at all costs - memories and Canada.
— Brian D'Ambrosio
Memories and emotions could be the greatest form of torture.
— A. Petrov
People say that time slips through our fingers like sand. What they don't acknowledge is that some of the sand sticks to the skin. These are the memories that will remain, memories of the time when there was still time left.
— David Levithan, Invisibility
There were differences between memories and dreams. He had only dreams of things he had wanted to do, while Lespere had memories of things done and accomplished. And this knowledge began to pull Hollis apart, with a slow, quivering precision.
— Ray Bradbury
She would never truly be her own woman if she allowed fear and old memories to dictate where she would or would not go.
— Mercedes Lackey, The Oathbound
What are memories but photo images from the mind? Isn't the human mind so much like a camera, saving pictures every now and then?
— Priyanka Naik, Twists Of Fate
It is said that when a person is experiencing death, and when shards of life begins to disintegrate from his mortal body, he starts getting a flashback of his entire life right in front of his eyes, like a reverie – a dream, or sometimes even a nightmare. When a person is dying, he can get a brief look of all the significant milestones of his life right in front of his eyes, as if time doesn’t exist and he is still right there, in that moment, where everything is possible; where he can get a piece of forever, while living in that uninvited flashback, and dying in his life, both at the same time.
— Bhavya Kaushik, The Infinite Equinox
Do you remember?' Someone's always asking andsomeone else, always does
— Jacqueline Woodson, Brown Girl Dreaming
A place with no handholds,no landmarks,no past at all:That would have been too much like dying
— Margaret Atwood, Lady Oracle
Sometime we must visit old memories to make new ones.
— Aisha Mirza
Her task seemed ridiculous, the result of a momentary weakness, of believing in the impossible, that stories have a trajectory where we find things out, resolve things to our satisfaction and come out the other side, wiser and happier
— Anne M. Chappel, Zanzibar Uhuru: revolution, two women and the challenge of survival
There were no toys under the bed--that wasn't why he liked it. Why he liked it was that there wasn't anything under the bed--no chickens, no Joey, no Eloise, no sheep, no "no"s. He could lie under the bed and not be told anything at all.
— Jane Smiley
There were no toys under the bed--that wasn't why he liked it. Why he liked it was that there wasn't anything under the bed--no chickens, no Joey, no Eloise, no sheep, no "no"s. He could lie under the bed and not be told anything at all
— Jane Smiley
Upstairs, in the cupboard, he had a box of things he had saved as a boy and a young man. He hadn't looked into it in twenty years or more. Nothing fancy or valuable, but things that had meant something to him at one time. He found it, and found the key, and carried it downstairs without opening it.
— Jane Smiley
When you touch a man’s heart, he will remember it forever.
— Dixie Waters
Whether beautiful or terrible, the past is always a ruin.
— Matthew Flaming, The Kingdom of Ohio
A question wells up inside me, a question so big it blocks my throat and makes it hard to breathe. Somehow I swallow it back, finally choosing another. "Are memories such an important thing?""It depends," she replies, and closes her eyes. "In some cases, they're the most important thing there is.
— Haruki Murakami
Here the past was everywhere, an entire continent sown with memories.
— Miranda Richmond Mouillot, A Fifty-Year Silence: Love, War, and a Ruined House in France
Memories aren't supposed to be hidden anyway.
— Jessamine Verzosa, A Miracle
Memories are never as true as the things one forgets.
— Marty Rubin
memories brings some past that dealt with the pain and yet we choose to embrace it as if we have a lot to gain.
— g.s.gabriel
Some memories are meant for not to be said, either they are too Scary to tell, or we love them that much, that we can’t explain those in oral words.
— Dhruv Agrawal
There was once a house built out of memories and inside this house lived a woman called The Memory Snatcher. This woman was my Aunt Beydan. She was a sorceress and as a child I feared she would stalk me in my sleep and steal all my memories until I could no longer remember who I was.
— Diriye Osman
If you help them (the crew) create good memories, they'll forget all the bad stuff
— Geoff Dyer, Another Great Day at Sea: Life Aboard the USS George H.W. Bush
When I look back on my childhood, my earliest memories seem like artifacts from a long-lost civilization: half-understood fragments behind museum glass.
— Matthew Flaming, The Kingdom of Ohio
We are our stories - dozens, hundreds, thousands of them - sprayed across our memories, embedded in our identity. Calling them up for others or for ourselves or for God, can enlighten, crush, amuse, trap, or free us, depending on how we pay attention.
— Emma Lou Warner Thayne, The Place of Knowing: A Spiritual Autobiography
Thinking back to my time with Tad on this lake, I remember it like a painting, a snapshot in my mind. But really, all memories are like paintings: They can be incredibly vivid and lifelike. But in the end, they both just remind us that we only get to live any particular moment once, even if we remember it forever.
— Gwendolyn Heasley, A Long Way from You
When we turn 21,we begin to regret the sins we did not committed...
— Amit Aarav
Some memories are meant for not to be said, either they are too Scary to tell, or we love them that much, that we can’t explain those in oral words
— Dhruv Agrawal
Whether you need to remember the past or not, It changes nothing but gives the best choice for the future that makes You always to remember your past.
— Auliq Ice
I see pieces of memories in his eyes. Pieces of us. They are broken, and scattered, but they are there, gradually coming together again at the sight of me.
— Marie Lu, Champion
People come and go in our life but memories stays for ever.
— Debasish Mridha
I want to live my life, carrying my memories with me. Even if those memories are painful, even if those memories do nothing but hurt me, even if I wish I could forget those memories… As long as I keep carrying them with me, and don’t run away from them… Someday, I believe I will get to the point where I’m not oppressed by those memories. That’s what I want to believe. I’d like to think that there’s not a single memory that I have which would be okay to forget.
— Natsuki Takaya, Fruits Basket: The Complete Collection
I find things hidden in books: dried flowers, locks of hair, tickets, labels, receipt, invoices, photographs, postcards, all manner of cards. I find letters, unpublished works by the ordinary, the anguished, the illiterate. Clumsily written or eloquent, they are love letters, everyday letters, secret letters and mundane letters talking about fruit and babies and tennis matches, from people signing themselves as Majorie or Jean....I can't bring myself to dispose of these snippets and snapshots of lives that once meant (or still do mean) so much.
— Louise  Walters, Mrs. Sinclair's Suitcase
I know that happy things and fun things eventually come to an end. But things that are scary and sad come to an end, too. They always do. Even if you can’t always believe that…please don’t give up. Live. I want you to live. Even if you make a mistake. Even if you take the long way. It’s still okay. Just please…please, live. Don’t give up on pushing forward. Please. At least don’t give up on that. Even if I’m not by your side, it’s still okay. It’s okay.
— Natsuki Takaya, Fruits Basket, Vol. 21
Memories are simply moments that refuse to be ordinary
— Diane Keaton, Then Again
Still, though no one is an island, most are peninsulas. Our lives wouldn't make sense without personal memories pinned like butterflies against the velvet backdrop of social history.
— Diane Ackerman, An Alchemy of Mind: The Marvel and Mystery of the Brain
Is it not possible — I often wonder — that things we have felt with great intensity have an experience independent of our minds; are in fact still in existence? And if so, will it not be possible,in time, that some device will be invented by which we can tap them? …Instead of remembering here a scene and there a sound, I shall fit a plug into the wall; and listen in to the past
— Virginia Woolf, Moments of Being
Stories about lives remembered bring us backward while allowing us to move forward.
— Nina Sankovitch, Tolstoy and the Purple Chair: My Year of Magical Reading
We all leave behind bits of loose thread. Old operations, old enemies. They pull at you, like memories of old lovers.
— Daniel Silva
A miracle is never perfect when it happens, there are always little disappointments. But once it’s gone for good and nothing can change it, memory could make it perfect and then it would never change. If I can just call it to life now, won’t it always stay the same? Won’t it stay with me as long as I live?
— Erich Maria Remarque
She had not remembered then what she remembers now, a memory like something buried in river silt that finally works free and rises to the surface...
— Ron Rash, Something Rich and Strange: Selected Stories
Is it not possible — I often wonder — that thingswe have felt with great intensity have anexperience independent of our minds; are in factstill in existence? And if so, will it not be possible,in time, that some device will be invented by whichwe can tap them? … Instead of remembering herea scene and there a sound, I shall fit a plug into thewall; and listen in to the past
— Virginia Woolf
At every stage, the world that breaks in through our senses struggles to find a footing in our brains. We might liken memories to the messages recorded on tape, but we mistake the message for the medium, or the other way round, for memory is the tape itself. When I listen to my memories now, I believe that all they tell me are the stories about themselves.
— Zia Haider Rahman
No one deserves to rent your heart, especially those who hurt you. Your heart is precious and deserves to store your great memories!
— Assegid Habtewold, The 9 Cardinal Building Blocks: For Continued Success in Leadership
Sometimes the hardest part of growing it is not the responsabilities you might get, but it is to lose the essence of love , and never find the way back to where it was.
— Branscom Judah, The Diary of Amy Julliard
real life nightmares kills me as an old man trying to escape from bad guilty memories who basically lives in the present.
— Sil Vereecken
I want to remember warming your two a.m. bottle, clipping your locks, watching you be baptized, bathing you in the big porcelain sink… how I often laid you against my chest and felt the cradlesong of your tiny breaths as you fell asleep . . .
— Carew Papritz, The Legacy Letters: his Wife, his Children, his Final Gift
There are some things we can never assign to oblivion, memories we can never rub away. They remain with us forever, like a touchstone.
— Haruki Murakami
Sometimes memories follow you wherever you go-you don't need to take them with you.
— Carlos Ruiz Zafón
Blame is a Defense Against PowerlessnessBetrayal trauma changes you. You have endured a life-altering shock, and are likely living with PTSD symptoms— hypervigilance, flashbacks and bewilderment—with broken trust, with the inability to cope with many situations, and with the complete shut down of parts of your mind, including your ability to focus and regulate your emotions.Nevertheless, if you are unable to recognize the higher purpose in your pain, to forgive and forget and move on, you clearly have chosen to be addicted to your pain and must enjoy playing the victim.And the worst is, we are only too ready to agree with this assessment! Trauma victims commonly blame themselves. Blaming oneself for the shame of being a victim is recognized by trauma specialists as a defense against the extreme powerlessness we feel in the wake of a traumatic event. Self-blame continues the illusion of control shock destroys, but prevents us from the necessary working through of the traumatic feelings and memories to heal and recover.
— Sandra Lee Dennis
I don't think I remember my first memory
— Hannah Hart, My Drunk Kitchen: A Guide to Eating, Drinking, and Going with Your Gut
She leaned out of the window slow and sleepy, and the light came through her nightdress like sand through a sieve.
— Laurie Lee, Cider With Rosie
The way those old memories kept bubbling to the surface in the present tense was disturbing. It was as if the past had never died; as if on some level of time's great tower, everything was still happening.
— Stephen King, Lisey's Story
[Aunt] Patricia smiled, and we walked in silence for a while. But it wasn't a poisonous silence. It was the sort of silence shared by two people who're comfortable enough not to force a conversation ahead of its logical progression. I found this woman's company to be incredibly soothing.
— Jordan Belfort, The Wolf of Wall Street
The Christmas memories you make this year will be the ones you remember in the years to come.
— Toni Sorenson
Sometimes the memories seemed too much and I couldn't understand how I'd stayed so calm when these things actually happened, but lost my breath in the shadowy remembrances.
— Regina Sirois, On Little Wings
Memories hold you back
—  their weight crushes your spirit.
Songs are memories... Either u smile or get a tear in your eyes..
— honeya
Songs can be like photos - they hold a memory, a moment, and thoughts that keep you warm inside.
— Judy Moore
And a man without memories is just a shell.
— Mitch Albom, The Time Keeper
All good things that happen today are a part of golden memories in future.
— Saravana Kumar Murugan
When they look at a beautiful view, most people see their memories, not the view!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
The saddest thing that can happen to a person is to find out their memories are lies.
— Juan Gabriel Vásquez, The Sound of Things Falling
Everything was brighter and more colorful in those years, as if my childhood was ending in an explosion of unreal passion that made my life feel sacred and holy.
— Roman Payne
Childhood memories were like airplane luggage; no matter how far you were traveling or how long you needed them to last, you were only ever allowed two bags
— Jennifer E. Smith, This Is What Happy Looks Like
Tears flow and smiles fade to the same rhythm of life, to disappear together in the bottomless abyss.
— Rémy de Gourmont, Philosophic Nights in Paris,: Being Selections from Promenades Philosophiques
Remembering tires a person out. this is something they don't teach us. Exercising one's memory is an exhausting activity. It draws our energy and wears down our muscles.
— Juan Gabriel Vásquez, The Sound of Things Falling
Who can ever affirm, or deny that the houses which have sheltered us as children, or as adults, and our predecessors too, do not have embedded in their walls, one with the dust and cobwebs, one with the overlay of fresh wallpaper and paint, the imprint of what-has-been, the suffering, the joy?
— Daphne du Maurier, Myself When Young
No matter what happens i choose to value the memories of the good times, grow from the lessons of the bad times because i don't regret a single moment of it, every detail made me who i am.
— Tilicia Haridat
If my generation is remembered for anything, it will be as the last one that remembers the world before the Internet.
— Lev Grossman
Sometimes I wished I could cut away old memories and let the wind take them. If a sharp knife could pare away the weakness of those days, I would slice until nothing but the hard lessons remained.
— Mark  Lawrence, King of Thorns
there's a blessing ;even when you lose That ; There's always stay inside Your Heart, Memories That You'll never Been Forgotten Until the Rest Of Your Life ; mine?; There's inside My Heaven "Miquel Andre" .
— anne idris
Every Adventure Has a Back Story. When we look at our past relationships, often there are one or two we may tend to go back to in our minds, and we see them through the magic of the seven veils.
— Barbara Becker Holstein
People have a tendency of filtering their memories – exaggerate the positives and downplay their weaknesses and faults. Self-preservation will be another obstacle you will have to surmount when it comes to suppressed memories.
— Alexis Lawrence, O.U.R. Café
You went from my life right into my dreams,i can hardly tell,If i'm cursed or blessed ;I am sure things aren't always as they seem,but i drift away,mesmerized, possessed.Memories i have uncertain and fragile,Is what i have left and i have no peace,At dawn fades away,all that i imagine,i crave for your closeness,i need more then this.Perhaps you are meant to guide and inspire,to be ever timeless in the veil of mist,flowing through my being in flaming desire,the one i can't reach and cannot resist.My darling,unique,outstanding perfection,so utterly complex you can't be recreated,I may be unworthy of your smallest fraction,But you've never loved,nor anticipated.Every great passion is a work of fiction,when we long for something that we cannot find,Single thought of you is like an addiction,yet,you're not exalted,except in my mind.
— Aleksandra Ninkovic
Memories, like everything else, are momentary.
— Santosh Kalwar
Everyone has a given a chance to live life to the fullest, every moment and memories you make is your choice.
— Chaz B
For him, it appeared he could freezethe moment in a memory; only for it to slip through hishands like water.
— J.U. Scribe, Before the Legend
Nothing brings to life again a forgotten memory like a fragrance.
— Christopher Poindexter
Shapes began to appear in the mist as it thickened. Clary saw herself and Simon as children, holding hands, crossing a street in Brooklyn,; she had barrettes in her hair and Simon was adorably rumpled, his glasses sliding off his nose. There they were again, throwing snowballs in Prospect Park; and at Luke's farmhouse, tanned from summer, hanging upside down from tree branches. She saw them in Java Jones, listening to Eric's terrible poetry, and on the back of a flying motorcycle as it crashed into a parking lot, with Jace there, looking at them, his eyes squinted against the sun. And there was Simon with Isabelle, his hands curved around her face, kissing her, and she could see Isabelle as Simon saw her: fragile and strong, and so, so beautiful. And there was Valentine's ship, Simon kneeling on Jace, blood on his mouth and shirt, and blood at Jace's throat, and there was the cell in Idris, and Hodge's weathered face, and Simon and Clary again, Clary etching the Mark of Cain onto his forehead. Maureen, and her blood on the floor, and her little pink hat, and the rooftop in Manhattan where Lilith had raised Sebastian, and Clary was passing him a gold ring across a table, and an Angel was rising out of a lake before him and he was kissing Isabelle...
— Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire
Some think intuition is a gift, but it can be a curse as well--a voice calling to us from places that are better left unexplored...an echo of memories that will never die, no matter how hard we try to kill them.
— Emily Thorne
It seems sometimes that we get so caught up in missing the past, or looking forward to the future, that we forget that this, right here and now, was once the days we longed for and will soon be the ones we miss.
— John A. Ashley
We continue to eat, the conversation easy and flowing. I listen to everything everyone says, an urgency to pay attention, to not miss these moments you don't know are moments until they're gone. I narrow in, trying to hold it all in place, even though I think that if you document life this way, the moments will never set. We don't need to remember. Everything just becomes a part of you. And then it's over.
— Kaui Hart Hemmings, The Possibilities
If you remember the pleasure of hearing a story many times, and you will remember that while you were listening you become three people. There is an incredible fusion: you become the storyteller, the protagonist, and you remember yourself listening to the story.
— Marina Warner, From the Beast to the Blonde: On Fairy Tales and Their Tellers
He'd read once that in everyone's life there was somebody who touched a spot so deep, so precious, that the mind always retreated, in time of need, to that cherished place, seeking comfort within memories that never seemed to disappoint.
— Steve Berry, The Third Secret
Isn't it what life is about, after all? A series of images that pass us by like towns as you cross along a long road? Then suddenly, a scenario stands and we know that image, that moment and all the feelings connected to it will remain alive no matter what?
— Angélica Calheiros - Nove dias para amar
He thought each memory recalled must do some violence to its origins. As in a party game. Say the word and pass it on. So be sparing. What you alter in the remembering has yet a reality,known or not.
— Cormac McCarthy, The Road
You know, memories. They're all I've got.
— Charlie Pace
Every man has two lives: The first one is the one we are living now and the second one is our memories! Memories are our invisible lives. But you must know that it is your first life that creates your second life!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
Past memories strobed before him, flashes of joy blackened by the present. Reality teased, then beckoned, home likewise. Confusion dimmed, the answer clear. This could end. Would end. In one of two ways. Still he refused, not ready for either.
— Marcha A. Fox, A Dark of Endless Days
The importance of friends few people would be able to recognize some friend comes in our life readily and consequently they goes but life doesn't stop for anyone but only one thing remains that is their memories which cannot be wipe out as you guys always remain in my heart and we are the best
— Avinash Advani
More we remember more is chance to know who we are....
— Rati Tsiteladze
Don’t ever feel bad that someone couldn’t give you all of their heart. Be grateful that you can take the least complicated part of their soul with you, wherever you go. This is more than some people will ever have.
— Shannon L. Alder
They talked in the shorthand of old friends and shared memories.
— Dee Henderson, Before I Wake
Memories are like dreams. You remember how you got to the front of the classroom with no clothes on.
— Maggie Stiefvater, The Raven Boys
I find myself focusing up at the sky — the only roof left — because too many memories are drowning me.
— Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay
They stared at each other. Every ocean, every river, every minute they had walked together was in their gaze. He said nothing and she said nothing. She kneeled by him, her hands on him, on his chest, on his heart, on his lungs that took air in but could not move air out, on his open wound; her eyes were on him, and in their eyes was every block of uncounted, unaccounted-for time, every moment they had lived since June 22, 1941, the day war started for the Soviet Union. Her eyes were filled with everything she felt for him. Her eyes were true.
— Paullina Simons, The Summer Garden