- “Your memories are just a backstory required for you to act out the present scene.” ― Shunya
- “What i like about photographs is that they capture a moment that’s gone forever, impossible to reproduce.” ― Karl Lagerfeld
- Memories are like salt: the right amount brings out the flavor in food, too much ruins it. Paulo Coelho
- “Love, unless it is for life as a whole, is contaminated by things such as our preferences and memories.” ― Mokokoma Mokhonoana
- “Your actions show what you know, and your replies to obstacles give clarity into what you will learn.” ― Grace Sara, Awakening in the 21st Century: Considering Existence
- Past is a fiction. You can’t go back. All that remains is a hazy interpretation of a hazy memory. Naval Ravikant
- “I want to live my life, carrying my memories with me. Even if those memories are painful, even if those memories do nothing but hurt me, even if I wish I could forget those memories… As long as I keep carrying them with me, and don’t run away from them… Someday, I believe I will get to the point where I’m not oppressed by those memories. That’s what I want to believe. I’d like to think that there’s not a single memory that I have which would be okay to forget.” ― Natsuki Takaya, Fruits Basket: The Complete Collection
- “He was both everything I could ever want…And nothing I could ever have…” ― Ranata Suzuki
- “I’d keep your beauty timeless. like a flower pressed in a book, yesI wouldn’t let it fade Folded in the chapters of my mind” ― Richard L. Ratliff
- “It occurred to her that all the bad parts of life, the sad parts, the frightening ones, were meant to be offset by moments and memories like this. She had to be present in it, right here, right now.” ― Martina Boone, Persuasion
- “When Rachel asks him about days before his life as a Wolff, he will scowl and fidget and so she learns to wait for his recollections and, because it is so difficult for him, she will listen without speaking, collecting the pieces of his past painstakingly like a jigsaw maker, or a batsman accumulating runs, in awe of the impossible distance between a sliver of blue and a great sky, between three runs and a century, between a shard of memory and memory itself.” ― Emma Richler, Be My Wolff
- “Love, unless it is for life as a whole, is contaminated by things such as our preferences and memories.” ― Mokokoma Mokhonoana
- “With you in my life I felt like I could conquer anything.It was as if I was on top of the world and even the stars themselves were just within my grasp.But without you …. even getting through the day is hard.” ― Ranata Suzuki
- “The tangible and factual components of reality along with the intangible strands of memory and imagination constitute the framework that houses our vital life force. A person is likewise composed of contradictory and complementary forces of pain and pleasure, darkness and lightness, and clashing and harmonizing bands of thoughts and feelings. The web and root of all persons consists of both the expressible and the unsayable. Who has not held imaginary conversations with gods, devils, and spirits? Persons whom enthusiastically cultivate an inner life, ardently experience the quick of nature, and willingly immerse themselves in all aspects of everyday living will experience renewal. Analogous to the heat source of fire, we need the spark of desire to fuel our hearts and the spirit of the breeze to spread our heart songs.” ― Kilroy J. Oldster, Dead Toad Scrolls
- “It was growing dark on this long southern evening, and suddenly, at the exact point her finger had indicated, the moon lifted a forehead of stunning gold above the horizon, lifted straight out of filigreed, light-intoxicated clouds that lay on the skyline in attendant veils. Behind us, the sun was setting in a simultaneous congruent withdrawal and the river turned to flame in a quiet duel of gold….The new gold of moon astonishing and ascendant, he depleted gold of sunset extinguishing itself in the long westward slide, it was the old dance of days in the Carolina marshes, the breathtaking death of days before the eyes of children, until the sun vanished, its final signature a ribbon of bullion strung across the tops of water oaks.” ― Pat Conroy, The Prince of Tides
- Getting caught up in memories of the past or worrying about the future is a form of self-imposed suffering. Ram Dass
- “If we knew a person was going to die, we’d hold harder to the memories.”Fire corrected him, in a whisper. “The good memories.” ― Kristin Cashore, Fire
- “The days aren’t discarded or collected, they are beesthat burned with sweetness or maddenedthe sting: the struggle continues,the journeys go and come between honey and pain.No, the net of years doesn’t unweave: there is no net.They don’t fall drop by drop from a river: there is no river.Sleep doesn’t divide life into halves,or action, or silence, or honor:life is like a stone, a single motion,a lonesome bonfire reflected on the leaves,an arrow, only one, slow or swift, a metalthat climbs or descends burning in your bones.” ― Pablo Neruda, Still Another Day
- Emotions and thoughts can certainly arise while we are in a state of Presence. The key is to hold the space for them without getting lost in the mind stream. Eckhart Tolle
- Most of our childhood is stored not in photos, but in certain biscuits, lights of day, smells, textures of carpet. Alain de Botton
- “Rich will be my life if I can keep my memories full and brimming, and record them on clear-eyed mornings while I set joyously to work setting pen to holy craft.” ― Roman Payne, Rooftop Soliloquy
- “And, even yet, I dare not let it languish,Dare not indulge in memory’s rapturous pain;Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish,How could I seek the empty world again?” ― Emily Bronte, Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell
- “It hurts that I was just one page in the book of your life…But what hurts more is knowing you’ll revise that chapter someday….….. and you’ll erase me completely.” ― Ranata Suzuki
- The ones stuck in their heads are the ones repeating history. @trey_wing6
- “The love that I believe in is something that goes beyond the physical aspects of this world. The love that I believe is one that extends its energy and power through the beautiful souls that I encounter along the way, a love that can be seen in the eyes of a little dog or in the confusion of a cute lost cat who wants to be worshiped like a Goddess. This kind of love goes through a divine crafting of a person’s inner self, through personal experience and thousands of years of tears and strength, that can only be seen in the familiar eyes of old souls, the eyes that recognize each other even after long times of separation, the eyes that find themselves familiar with places they have probably been to before, but that nevertheless bring great memories with every visit. This kind of love sees hope in the eyes of new-born children that know way much more than they are capable of putting into words and that bring with their innocence a smile on each person’s face who’d wish they could start again. The love that I see when I look at you is a love which has roots deep inside each of us, but that needs care and light to grow and unfold its branches so that they can reach outside of ourselves and even further beyond the skies.” ― Virgil Kalyana Mittata Iordache
- “Every decision you make in life will stem from one of two options: love or fear. Choose love.” ― Ross Caligiuri
- My yesterdays walk with me. They keep step, they are gray faces that peer over my shoulder. William Golding
- “Remember me when I am deadand simplify me when I’m dead.” ― Keith Douglas
- Memories, you see, hurt. The good ones most of all. Harlan Coben
- “You live not in flesh and blood but in memories.” ― Abhijit Naskar, Sleepless for Society