Photos’re better than nothing, but things’re better than photos ’cause the things themselves were part of what was there.

Dreams are composed of many things, my son. Of images and hopes, of fears and memories. Memories of the past, and memories of the future...

...thinking about laughing with 2 yr old Findlay today - Dostoyevsky was right, “The soul is healed by being with children.” ...

Memories are either the greatest poetry, when they are memories of a vital happiness, or a burning pain, when they touch dried wounds.p. 479

Remember, childhood only lasts 10-12 years. There's a lot that has to be squeezed in to make for a lifetime of happy memories. ♥

I am starting to think that maybe memories are like this dessert. I eat it, and it becomes a part of me, whether I remember it later or not.

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!

Entahlah, mana yang lebih sulit, Melupakan Orangnya atau kenangannya.mungkin keduanya memang susah untuk dilupakan,karena saling berhubungan.

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

Falling asleep with hopes and wishes that I rarely get to hold in my hand for long…go me. All I’ve got are memories and secrets.

The easiest way to leave the past behind is to remember that love does not live in the past, only memories — love lives in the present.

Now he knew that any memories he might cherish during the last years of his life would be only fictions from a biography he'd never lived.

Treacherous people do not last only memories of their treason last.So will it last with emotions mixed, of love and hate for treacherous ones.

Where you come from is gone, where you thought you were going to never was there, and where you are is no good unless you can get away from it

That’s the trouble with memories: everything seems much more fantastical with a childhood lens to filter out the limitations of reality.