Hers was a memory made up of snapshorts: being dragged through the snow by a pack of wolves, first kiss tasting of oranges, saying goodbye behind a c….

If the process don't transfer, they cannot even be called thinking. They can be called learning, memory, or habit, but not thinking. The purpose of a….

Feelings are memories. Memories are also feelings..

People leave strange little memories of themselves behind when they die..

Being a Silent Brother is life, Clary Fray. But if you mean I remember my life before the Brotherhood, I do. Clary took a deep breath. “Were you ever….

My grandmothers are full of memories, smelling of soap and onions and wet clay, with veins rolling roughly over quick hands, they have many clean wor….

I have a lot of objects in my space, little things, reminders, memories..

I don't have kids, but I've often noticed when people first become parents they seem to completely forget their own adolescence and they start to, as….

Things are revealed through the memories we have of them. Remembering a thing means seeing it only then for the first time..

A nation has a soul, a spiritual principle. One is in the past, the other in the present. One is the possession of a rich legacy of memories; the oth….

That’s what a map is, you know. Just a memory..

Your heart is as fresh as your face; and that is well. The useless men are those who never change with the years. Many views that I held to in my you….

The memory of a particular image is but regret for a particular moment..

Old friends are the great blessings of one's later years. Half a word conveys one's meaning. They have a memory of the same events, have the same mod….

Don't resurrect relationships with negative people off of good memories. You will only remind yourself why they became your past in the first place..

I wish I could open a piece of my brain and you could see into my memories..

...memory is fragile and the space of a single life is brief, passing so quickly that we never get a chance to see the relationship between events; w….

Memories are not shackles, Franklin, they are garlands..

My grandfather was dying, and told the family he had decided to die. ... At that moment I wanted so badly to write and tell him that he was never goi….

I have no memories I'm prepared to share with you..

When the landscape buckles and jerks around, when a dust column of debris rises from the collapse of a block of buildings on bodies that could have b….