Our friendship is a tapestry woven with threads of joy, laughter, and shared memories.
The advantage of a bad memory is that one enjoys several times the same good things for the first time.
Happiness is meeting an old friend after a long time and feeling like nothing has changed.
In the end, we only regret the chances we didn't take, and the memories we didn't make.
The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It's the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared.
Life is all memory, except for the one present moment that goes by you so quickly you hardly catch it going.
Together, we are the architects of a castle built with the bricks of laughter and joy.
People will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.
What I like about photographs is that they capture a moment that's gone forever, impossible to reproduce.
A good memory is one that can remember the day's blessings and forget the day's troubles.
Memories are the treasures that we keep locked deep within the storehouse of our souls, to keep our hearts warm when we are lonely.