#memories

"The wind may be invisible, but it’s colored by memories of you, as you gently blew into my life, adding motion and emotion to my still-beating heart."

"The girl I used to love is no longer a girl, and this saddens me more than our separation. It puts my own mortality vividly on display, in contrast to my eternally youthful memories."

"Keep all special thoughts and memories for lifetimes to come. Share these keepsakes with others to inspire hope and build from the past, which can bridge to the future."

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

"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."

"Remember me, even if it's only in a corner and secretly. Don't let me go."

"Works of art often last forever, or nearly so. But exhibitions themselves, especially gallery exhibitions, are like flowers; they bloom and then they die, then exist only as memories, or pressed in magazines and books."

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

"Old folks live on memory, young folk live on hope."

"The Memory Of You Is Like A Drug To Me"

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

"The town was paper, but the memories were not."

"Memories are the best things in life, I think."

"I saw someone who so closely resembled you that my heart started beating like a hummingbird's wings, and my mind flew back to where we were when we were we’re."

"If this continues, if this goes on, then when I die, your memories of me will be my greatest accomplishment. You memories will be my most lasting impressions."

"Unhappiness is caused when we cannot let go of our memories."

"If we knew a person was going to die, we'd hold harder to the memories."Fire corrected him, in a whisper. "The good memories."

"Sometimes things become possible if we want them bad enough."

"I thought of you and how you love this beauty,And walking up the long beach all aloneI heard the waves breaking in measured thunderAs you and I once heard their monotone.Around me were the echoing dunes, beyond meThe cold and sparkling silver of the sea --We two will pass through death and ages lengthenBefore you hear that sound again with me."

"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."