Memory is the cabinet of imagination, the treasury of reason, the registry of conscience and the council-chamber of thought.
Quote by Giambattista Basile
Memories are what warm you up from the inside. But they're also what tear you...
I don't want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again.
Our memories are the only paradise from which we can never be expelled.
For the sense of smell, almost more than any other, has the power to recall...
You think you've moved on, there will always be the song which will bring back...
There will always be a song in our playlist which we always skip, but never...
Memory is a complicated thing, a relative to truth, but not its twin.
Memory is what makes us young or old.
Memory, in widow's weeds, with naked feet stands on a tombstone.
I have memories - but only a fool stores his past in the future.
Memory itself is an internal rumour.
Do not love me because i love you, love me for loving me.
Good days are to be gathered like grapes, to be trodden and bottled into wine...
Memories are nothing but the lash with which yesterday flogs tomorrow.
Memories are hunting horns whose sound dies on the wind.
Memory feeds imagination.
In memory everything seems to happen to music.
I hope you know that you were once they most important person in my life...