The only paradise is paradise lost.
Memories are the treasures that we keep locked deep within the storehouse of our souls, to keep our hearts warm when we are lonely.
The advantage of a bad memory is that one enjoys several times the same good things for the first time.
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.
Memories are like mulligatawny soup in a cheap restaurant. It is best not to stir them.
Yesterday is but today's memory, and tomorrow is today's dream.
The past beats inside me like a second heart.
We are all our pieces of our own pasts.
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.
Every man's memory is his private literature.
You can close your eyes to reality but not to memories.
Memory is a way of holding on to the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose.
Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose.