You have a manure pile of memories. Nothing you can do about that. Now, you can drown in the stink, or turn it into compost and grow a garden.

You can outrun your memories, but sometime, you will have to stop. And when you do, there will always be Stepmother, waiting to be remembered.

Pictures ... flashed on her in sudden color, too much color, shocking color, the color that leaps out of black when lightning strikes at night.

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.

We humans are different - our brains are built not to fix memories in stone but rather to transform them, our recollections in their retelling.

Sometimes the bridges you burn light the way out of your darkness, but the memory of the blaze will be burned into your heart and mind forever.

The sands of time cannot be stopped. Years pass whether we will them or not... but we can remember. What has been lost may yet live in memories.

To be taught what TRUE LOVE is .....also teaches you NEVER TO LOVE AGAIN ...for true love comes once in a lifetime and last for all eternity ~DC~

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.

Not all the truths are told, dreams are shattered, words are unspoken, memories are haunting but the imagination is still fighting to settle down.

Apakah harus kukumpulkan setiap kepingan kehilangan untukmu? Agar kau tahu. Kepergianmu menyimpan kepingan-kepingan kehilangan untukku, Petualang.

...every time I look at you autumn leaves come in between - does it matter they're the color of your hair - or they still fall in my memory?...

Sono ricordi da trattare con delicatezza per non sporcarli o gualcirli, come oggetti fragili che rischiano di rompersi se li maneggi troppo a lungo

Childhood only comes around once. Make your child's memories special. Take them on a new adventure each day. It is as simple as opening a book.

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...