“But sometimes the memories feel so real, so visceral, so personal, that I confuse them with my own.” — Gayle Forman Copy Share Image
No matter how much I suffer, I don't want to let go of those memories — Hussein Nishah Copy Share Image
I Will Hopefully Leave Something Wen I Leave Tis World... :/ Few Memories In Ur Heart — Chocolatyady; Unknown Copy Share Image
Other people salted away money for their old age, but Nanny preferred to accumulate memories. — Terry Pratchett Copy Share Image
Memories and loneliness look backward, fear looks around, but faith always looks forward. — E. Lynn Harris Copy Share Image
If I can live through the events,” she said, “I can get through the memories. — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
Memories last forever, never do they die. Friends stay together, never say goodbye. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
All these tracks you have memories at, all of them, Daytona included. — Dale Earnhardt Jr Copy Share Image
“The woods do that to you, they always look familiar, long lost, like the face of a long-dead relative, like an old… — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
Want a sugar cube?" he asks in his old seductive voice. That's how we met, with Finnick offering me sugar. Surrounded by… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
[When working on a book] I have an almost complete detachment from the world I live in, a sort of armor against… — Mary Roberts Rinehart Copy Share Image
“[M]any people believe that memory works like a recording device. You just record the information, then you call it up and play… — Elizabeth Loftus Copy Share Image
I should allow only my heart to have imagination; and for the rest rely on memory, that long drawn sunset of one's… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
I offer images-I conjure memories of freedom that can still be reached-like the Doors, right? But we can only open the doors-we… — Jim Morrison Copy Share Image
I don't know what you're going through life doing if you're not really trying to collect some really great memories. — Channing Tatum Copy Share Image
Memory is a barricade against forgetting; light is a bulwark against darkness; life is a flex against the stillness of the grave.… — Helen Humphreys Copy Share Image