The only paradise is paradise lost.
To reminisce with my old friends, a chance to share some memories, and play our songs again.
The past beats inside me like a second heart.
What I like about photographs is that they capture a moment that’s gone forever, impossible to reproduce.
Memory is the diary that we all carry about with us.
I have memories - but only a fool stores his past in the future.
Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.
We do not remember days, we remember moments.
Our memories are card indexes consulted, and then put back in disorder, by authorities whom we do not control.
The most beautiful things are not associated with money; they are memories and moments. If you don’t celebrate those, they can pass you by.
Life is all memory, except for the one present moment that goes by you so quickly you hardly catch it going.
The past is a place of reference, not a place of residence; the past is a place of learning, not a place of living.
Memories are bullets. Some whiz by and only spook you. Others tear you open and leave you in pieces.
Memories are the key not to the past, but to the future.
Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose.
The advantage of a bad memory is that one enjoys several times the same good things for the first time.
The happiest memories are of moments that ended when they should have.
Memories are timeless treasures of the heart.