Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.
It's surprising how much memory is built around things unnoticed at the time.
Memories are the key not to the past, but to the future.
Our memories are the only paradise from which we can never be expelled.
Yesterday is but today's memory, and tomorrow is today's dream.
Memory is the diary that we all carry about with us.
The happiest memories are of moments that ended when they should have.
Memory is a complicated thing, a relative to truth, but not its twin.
You can close your eyes to reality but not to memories.