Memories Quote by Kate Maloy Download Open image ““Her memories were beads jumbled loose in a box, unstrung.”” — Kate Maloy ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.7 out of 5 (10 ratings) Copy quoteShare Memories Memory Random
“I've hidden memories in boxes inside my head before. Sometimes it's the only way to deal with things.” — Alice Feeney Copy Share Image
“As she ran, a memory uncurled in her mind and spread out before her and it felt like she was running into the memory.” — J.C. Morrows Copy Share Image
“It was as if, after years of setting aside memories,the pile had grown too high, and had tumbled, obliging her to take an inventory… — Loida Maritza Perez Copy Share Image
“It felt like stepping into a memory that had kept going without her.” — Coral Harper Copy Share Image
“Memories are so fragile, you know. Sometimes I feel they are best left undisturbed.” — Janette Oke Copy Share Image
“All her memories have a fragile nature to them. She needed it to be that way to fool herself and everyone else in the… — Chloe Gong Copy Share Image
“She was closed up like a fist. It her very own memory, not theirs, her very own real and terrible and lonely and dark… — Gayl Jones Copy Share Image
“The drawers in my mind are rattling to break open. Memories. Theories. Whispers and sensations. I shove them off a cliff.” — Tahereh Mafi Copy Share Image
“Memories are just like a torn up peice of paper, you can not get it back.” — Madison Sellers Copy Share Image
“Vivian said she wanted to clean out her attic. But I think what she really wanted was to see what was in those boxes… — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share Image
“Of that she was almost as certain. Those things were only memories now, and the memories had been tainted.” — Amy Harmon Copy Share Image
“I promise, you will survive this," she had said. "Not only that, you will be glad to survive. You will love him forever, but… — Kate Maloy Copy Share Image
“Sarah, though, was still sometimes ruled by stark pain, lost to everything else. Grief slipped away, only to attack from behind. It changed shape… — Kate Maloy Copy Share Image
I was 3-years-old - to this day it is a vivid memory. My family and I were on a boat, catching fish. As one fish was caught, he was writhing, then he was thrown against the side of the boat. You couldn't disguise what it was. This was what we did to animals to eat them. The animal went from… — Joaquin Phoenix Copy Share
In literature and art memory is a synonym for invention. It is the life-blood of imagination, which faints and dies when the veins are… — Robert Aris Willmott Copy Share Image
I am told many children block out the memory of trauma. In fact, the healing process can only truly begin when we are willing… — Phoebe Stone Copy Share Image
The cooler days have brought a wistful mood upon him. The smell of coalsmoke in the air at night. Old times, dead years. For… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
I have a memory like an elephant. I remember every elephant I've ever met. — Herb Caen Copy Share Image
That old man dies prematurely whose memory records no benefits conferred. They only have lived long who have lived virtuously. — Richard Brinsley Sheridan Copy Share Image
My greatest memories as a kid were playing sports with my dad and watching sports with my dad. — Mark Teixeira Copy Share Image
A well-fashioned day - with a beginning and an end, a purpose and a content, a color and a character, a feel and a texture - takes it place among the many and becomes a valuable memory and treasure. At midnight the winged messengers come and gather up all these pieces and take them off to wherever the mosaic is… — Jim Rohn Copy Share
What keeps me motivated is not the food itself but all the bonds and memories the food represents. — Michael Chiarello Copy Share Image
In the name of Jerusalem. If I forget the extermination of the Jews, may my right hand wither, may my tongue stick to my… — Menachem Begin Copy Share Image
Memory revises me. Even now a letter comes from a place I don’t know, from someone with my name and postmarked years ago, while I await injunctions from the light or the dark; I wait for shapeliness limned, or dissolution. Is paradise due or narrowly missed until another thousand years? I wait in a blue hour and faraway noise of… — Li-Young Lee Copy Share
