#memories

All memories fade away in the end. Then, only dreams are left. And because they are all we have, we confide our life’s worries to them. ↗

— Philippe Forest

#memories #dreams

When it comes to memories, the good and the bad never balance. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#balance

Now that I have opened that bottle of memories they're pouring out like wine, crimson and bittersweet. ↗

— Ellen Hopkins

#wine

What you remember saves you. ↗

— W.S. Merwin

#remembrance #salvation #salvation

Music is the one art we all have inside. We may not be able to play an instrument, but we can sing along or clap or tap our feet. Have you ever seen a baby bouncing up and down in the crib in time to some music When you think of it, some of that baby's first messages from his or her parents may have been lullabies, or at least the music of their speaking voices. All of us have had the experience of hearing a tune from childhood and having that melody evoke a memory or a feeling. The music we hear early on tends to stay with us all our lives. ↗

— Fred Rogers

#childhood-memories #music #art

He felt like home. ↗

— JoAnne Kenrick

#joanne-kenrick #magic #memories #monterey #mullo

When the remembering was done, the forgetting could begin. ↗

— Sara Zarr

#remembrance #story-of-a-girl #memory

Memories fall like snowflakes upon my dreams. The snowflakes toss and tumble, each different and yet the same. ↗

— Lisa Schroeder

#dreams

My memories of events and games are fragmented. ↗

— Zinedine Zidane

#fragmented #games #memories

I'm proud of what I achieved there, but a life built on memories is not much of a life. ↗

— Eric Cantona

#built #i #life #memories #much