What we remember from childhood we remember forever — permanent ghosts, stamped, inked, imprinted, eternally seen.
Memories are the treasures that we keep locked deep within the storehouse of our souls, to keep our hearts warm when we are lonely.
Memories are like mulligatawny soup in a cheap restaurant. It is best not to stir them.
To reminisce with my old friends, a chance to share some memories, and play our songs again.
Memories are bullets. Some whiz by and only spook you. Others tear you open and leave you in pieces.
The advantage of a bad memory is that one enjoys several times the same good things for the first time.