The world seems a lonesome place when mother has passed away and only memories of her are left..

I always think back to my childhood and I have a distinct memory of me not having any idea who I wanted to be. The funny thing is that I feel the sam….

Of her own experience she had no memory of the thing happening; but in her instinct, which was the experience of all mothers of wolves, there lurked ….

What happened after 9/11 - and I think even people on the right know this, whether they admit it or not - was deeply shameful. The atrocity should ha….

If i were to lose my memories, I would rely on music. There is so much of my story embedded in each..

I can't read music and I'm crap at learning lyrics. Especially since the accident I have memory problems. I can't remember words, names, places..

The memories of childhood have a strange shuttling quality, and areas of darkness ring the spaces of light. The memories of childhood are like clear ….

I look at you, and I see the most beautiful woman on the face of the earth. Inside and out you are beautiful. I know you better than anyone else coul….

I don't know what's my first real memory. When you're little, you're always looking forward to days that are special, like Christmas, birthdays, the ….

I have a hot memory, but I know I've forgotten many things, too, just squashed things in favor of survival..

As a child, I remember my dad would sometimes drive me into town with him to play pinball machines together. It's a bittersweet memory but also a fav….

There is no man ... however wise, who has not at some period of his youth said things, or lived a life, the memory of which is so unpleasant to him t….

As time goes by the memories of sitting on the edge of a bed and reading aloud with your kid are going to be very meaningful in your own mental scrap….

Regrets and Mistakes, they're Memories made.

I shattered that memory by going back there. Without realizing it until it was too late, I replaced that memory with the emptiness of that day..

Memory nourishes the heart, and grief abates..

In my life I find that memories of the spirit linger and sweeten long after memories of the brain have faded..

Every human soul has seen, perhaps before their birth, pure forms such as justice, temperance, beauty and all the great moral qualities which we hold….

After a certain age our memories are so intertwined with one another that what we are thinking of, the book we are reading, scarcely matters any more….

But it did not all happen in a day, this giving over of himself, body and soul, to the man-animals. He could not immediately forego his wild heritage….

When he kissed me, his lips soft and careful, it was all the thrill of our first kiss and all the practiced familiarity of the accumulated memory of ….