Memory, in widow's weeds, with naked feet stands on a tombstone.

Quote by Sir Aubrey De Vere

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I miss being a kid. No one cared how you dressed, we were all friends,...

I miss being a kid. No one cared how you dressed, we were all friends,...

I don't want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again.

I don't want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again.

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

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

I hope you know that you were once they most important person in my life...

I hope you know that you were once they most important person in my life...

In solitude we give passionate attention to our lives, to our memories, to the details...

In solitude we give passionate attention to our lives, to our memories, to the details...

When I was younger I remember watching two drops of rain roll down window and...

When I was younger I remember watching two drops of rain roll down window and...

The moment when you see your ex again after so much time and it brings...

The moment when you see your ex again after so much time and it brings...

We must always have old memories and young hopes.

We must always have old memories and young hopes.

Yesterday is but today's memory, tomorrow is today's dream

Yesterday is but today's memory, tomorrow is today's dream

For some life lasts a short while, but the memories it holds last forever.

For some life lasts a short while, but the memories it holds last forever.

Liars ought to have good memories

Liars ought to have good memories

Life is all memory except for the one present moment that goes by so quick...

Life is all memory except for the one present moment that goes by so quick...

Long ago, it must be, I have a photograph ~~ Preserve your memories, they're all...

Long ago, it must be, I have a photograph ~~ Preserve your memories, they're all...

For the sense of smell, almost more than any other, has the power to recall...

For the sense of smell, almost more than any other, has the power to recall...

When the day is over it once again proves that time waits for no one...

When the day is over it once again proves that time waits for no one...

I'm always fascinated by the way memory diffuses fact.

I'm always fascinated by the way memory diffuses fact.

In memory everything seems to happen to music.

In memory everything seems to happen to music.