Memories

We do not remember days; we remember moments

Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose.Memory... is the diary that we all carry about with us; every man's memory is his private literature.
Memories are forever, even if the people who help make them have to leave

Memories are funny things
They jump at you with odd timings
They link the past & present
They at times make us resent

At times they are as soft as a dove
At times they fill us with love
Some things u think u have forgotten
Reverberate in Ur brain like a baton

A childhood is what anyone wants to remember of it. A whiff here, a sound there & we are transported to those days, seeing in our minds eye the place, person, and situation— rosier than it was. Things that were hard to bear are sweet to remember.

The past is never dead, it is not even past. The sense of smell can be extraordinarily evocative, bringing back pictures as sharp as photographs of scenes that had left the conscious mind

Life is a rough biography. Memories smooth out the edges.Nothing fixes a thing so intensely in the memory as the wish to forget it. The difference between false memories and true ones is the same as for jewels: it is always the false ones that look the most real, the most brilliant.

It's surprising how much memory is built around things unnoticed at the time; I’m always fascinated by the way memory diffuses fact.

"Old things are more beautiful, than many things brand new
Because they bring fond memories of things we used to do."
"I treasure sweet old memories as time goes swiftly by.
A few bring smiles of happiness and some tears to the eye."
The music stops, and yet it echoes on in sweet refrains...

For every joy that passes, something beautiful remains.....