A good life is a collection of happy memories.

How can I forget you when you leave me with a lot of happy memories to remember.

— Joyrala

I worry sometimes that we're apt to confuse forgiveness with forgetfulness. The potency of forgiveness comes precisely from the fact that it must be…

— Patrick Gale

If my happiness at this moment consists largely in reviewing happy memories and expectations, I am but dimly aware of this present. I shall…

— Alan Watts

I watched her and I watched the birds' shadows flit across her face, and I...wanted. I wanted more happy memories to hang up on…

— Maggie Stiefvater

I remember my parents yelling at each other and at me from an early age, and I remember a lot of things smashing. I…

— Jason Diamond

By calling it a memoir, I meant is as a collection of memories. I thought it was (a more) artful (title) than documentary.

— Natalie Merchant

Among the various supplications with which we successfully appeal to the Virgin Mother of God, the Holy Rosary without doubt occupies a special and…

— Pope Pius XI

“Trying to live in the past didn't work for me, and it's only now that I fully realize I'm incredibly lucky it didn't. Because…

— Rob Sheffield

The relationship never looked at how long shared with. But what happy memories generated and solved problems together.

— Meicee

I think the only answer is to live life to the fullest while you can and collect memories like fools collect money. Because in…

— Sarah Strohmeyer

How long have you been here? (Jericho) Don’t know. Again, tried to count once, got depressed so I stopped. I find it easier to…

— Sherrilyn Kenyon

Don't be sad because you're saying goodbye, you should be happy because you have memories with them that you'll cherish forever.

— Jbathra Dominica

If I have shown my full effort just to make our friendship back as what we used before, I would say.. I had done…

— Theloves

May today be a happy memory, tomorrow a bright new promise. Happy Birthday

— Rob Jackson

Why did happy memories fade and blur until one could scarcely recall them at all, while horrible memories seemed to retain their blinding clarity…

— Judith McNaught