Quotes of: Great-memories Keyword

At the time I could no more believe my eyes than I can now trust my memory.

The Rings of Saturn

That's the beautiful thing about innocence; even monsters have a pocketful of childhood memories with which to seek comfort with.

Sleepeth Not, the Bastard

Because with time blocking out the bad, memory is always bound to be a bit naive and stupidly optimistic.

Shenzhen: A Travelogue from China

History is that certainty produced at the point where the imperfections of memory meet the inadequacies of documentation.

The Sense of an Ending

But it's funny how the memory works and how sometimes we just belive whatever we want.

Secrets of Eden

The saddest thing that can happen to a person is to find out their memories are lies.

The Sound of Things Falling

Is it ghosts that truly haunt us, or the memory of our own mistakes that we wish we could undo?

Shadowplay

the intermittent breeze carried her scent to me again and again , singing in another language of memories from another form .

Shiver

When people go away they vanish, turn to nothing, stop being. They live only in memories, haunting the imagination.

Skylark

Prayer… panacea for some, placebo to others. I thought of it as an epidural administered through the soul to anesthetize the mind.

Memories With Maya

Somewhere out there, a higher form of sadism, won the first round. Well, screw that. I'm not ready to be pwned.

Memories With Maya

Where are the coconut trees bowing allegiance to the wind, the wide open spaces, the verdant green fields?

Monsoon Memories

She was a sleuth and sleuths had to follow rules. ‘Get to the point; don’t allow the subject to digress’ was one of them

Monsoon Memories

Bad things happen to good people: The Jesus Christ Syndrome, I labeled it.

Memories With Maya

A loving soul was always more beautiful over the long haul, but actual prettiness was fleeting.

My Name Is Memory

The worst memories stick with us, while the nice ones always seem to slip through our fingers.

My Soul to Save

I always had understood that dying of love was mere poetic license.

Memories of My Melancholy Whores

As I kissed her the heat of her body increased, and it exhaled a wild, untamed fragrance.

Memories of My Melancholy Whores

Of all silences I had encountered this was the gravest and most inevitable: not the silence of secrets, but of knowing.

Memory of Water

One day this war will end. And when it does, Tule Lake will be just a memory.

The No-No Boys

Through memory we travel against time, through forgetfulness we follow its course.

The Notebooks of Joseph Joubert