In the sea of my emotions, his presence is like a pearl in the oyster. Very hard to locate, yet very precious and still beautiful.

Well, memory can play tricks. Most people, I think, tend to remember the good rather than the bad when someone close to them dies.

for those memories are nowjust like these little kittensI hold in my handsthose can be kissedand treasuredbut not held too tightly.

Careful with what you know and what you experience. Sometimes, closed mouth with memories is better than opened mouth with stories.

Your past is like a bag of bricks; set it down and walk away. Quit collecting every painful word, memory and mistake. Collect hope.

Sometimes I would see them not as mementos of the blissful hours but as the tangible precious debris of the storm raging in my soul.

The battle you are going through is not fueled by the words or actions of others; it is fueled by the mind that gives it importance.

No one deserves to rent your heart, especially those who hurt you. Your heart is precious and deserves to store your great memories!

I want to fill my mind with life-enhancing, positive, beautiful memories. The dark experiences can remain buried without a funeral.

It is as if people refused to leave their dead alone, forced them back into the light, made them keep their composure even in death.

Memories are those endless treasures, which we can keep exploring till eternity and bask in their glory like a slow swinging hammock!

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?

The first person who is on your mind the moment you open your eyes after a long sleep is the reason either of your happiness or pain.

Sometimes it s better to bunk a class and enjoy with friends because today when I look back marks never make me laugh but memories do

That's the beautiful thing about innocence; even monsters have a pocketful of childhood memories with which to seek comfort with.