Our memory is a more perfect world than the universe: it gives back life to those who no longer exist.

Is it possible that even happy moments of pleasure never stand up to a rigorous examination? Possible.

I now know how your angercame from skeletonsthat rattled in your heartand you couldn't escape them.

Nothing is as horrendous as imagining the times of happiness from an environment which is that of hell.

A complying memory has obliterated many of them and edited my childhood down to a brief cinematic blur.

That’s a bit sweeping. Sometimes it takes a while to find out how good or bad something has been.

Better to leave him with the memory of their being a pair of monsters, wrapped in each other's arms.

Because with time blocking out the bad, memory is always bound to be a bit naive and stupidly optimistic.

when it comes to youit belongs to youand, when it belongs to you, it is your.Take care of your challenges

May you hear my feeble voice! It will tell you that here below there is a heart full of the memory of you.

We must forget in order to remain present, forget in order not to die, forget in order to remain faithful.

I'm in my 40s and I'm constantly surprised by how much my childhood still plays a part in my life.

Stains tell a story,” Zac said, waving his arms as he spoke. “My car is full of random stains.

Senja yang retak. Kapalkapal berlayar membawa kenangan. Airmatamu menjelma puisi paling duri, paling angin.

Memory is a way of holding on to the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lost