— Rachel Dawson

“Letting go of her yesterday
Was harder than it seemed
She harboured millions of memories
Never to be redeemed.
Everyone around lived in their past
Wearing masks
Previously cast.

You’re not number one
If you happened to win the game yesterday.
You’re not rich
If you hoard all the worlds riches.
You’re not happy
With all your dreams achieved.

She pondered on the illusion
Of what she thought life would be.

Life must be lived each day
Not based on your yesterday.
With a heavy gulp,
She swallowed down the pain;
Never to be remembered again.”

i have to stop

“I have to stop falling in love with memories.”

Unknown

“Remember me when the morning light kisses your eyelids at 6 in the morning. Allow my lingering presence to wake up your sleepy senses. Remember me when the sky is a dark hue of melancholy and anger all at once. Let me be your storms that calm your shivering bones and agitate your already thundering heart. Remember me when the wind breezes between the spaces your fingers and the strands of your hair. Allow me to whisper faint memories into your ears and on your skin. Remember me when the noise around you becomes overwhelming and you need room to breathe. Let me be your shallow or deep inhales, your shots of vodka, and your overplayed songs. Remember me when the evening darkness hides your nightfall shadows and covers you in a blanket of moonlight. Allow my presence to linger behind your eyelids, coursing my way into your mind and wrapping you in a duvet of memories.”

― Nicholas Sparks, Message in a Bottle

“This is not a goodbye, my darling, this is a thank you. Thank you for coming into my life and giving me joy, thank you for loving me and receiving my love in return. Thank you for the memories I will cherish forever. But most of all, thank you for showing me that there will come a time when I can eventually let you go.”

A Book of Memories

Hidden in the attic,
all the way upstairs,
is something very special,
that I would like to share.

My hopes,
my dreams,
old photographs,
of good times and bad times that make me laugh.

The joy of a hug,
the thrill of a kiss,
leaves me to remember the pure, simple bliss.

I cry for the fun,
and giggle for the pain,
I enjoyed the good life I was able to maintain.

The thoughts and wishes,
they all stay with me,
all of these contained in my book of memories.

~ Kathleen Sheppard

— Thuan Tu

“It’s pathetic that 

I keep replaying 

our memories together. 

But even if it’s just 

for a little while, 

I want to feel happy”

Monologue from The Depths

Felicity Sophomore Year
Monologue from The Depths

Setting: a stopped subway train underneath New York City. Felicity and Julie have been fighting because Felicity "stole" Julie's recent ex-boyfriend Ben, and Julie wrote an angry song in response. An old man stands up to deliver the final contribution to the contentious discussion.

The way I see it, you two best friends were never best friends to begin with.

(Felicity: Actually, sir, I really think we were.)

If I'm understanding right, and I think I'm understanding right, you two met when you were both seriously lonely, maybe a little desperate, when you both needed a best friend. You shared a few things together, started to refer to each other as "best". But that was premature, wasn't it? 'Cause what you had never really earned that title. I had a best friend for 63 years ... played in the minors together ... went to war together ... 63 years. And here's the fact. You can't get a best friend. Best friends become. They don't happen in a meeting or a year or two. It's a package deal: friendship, only as valuable as what you put in or come through. Judging something like that after one year, even if you got all the facts, that's like looking for the final score before you've seen the second inning. I don't think you two were best friends to begin with. 

One of two things is going to happen. You're either going to come through this on your way to becoming the kind of friends you thought you were, or you'll become memories, memories that will fade.

Make memories

“Make memories you’ll look back and smile at.”

— Lyanla Vanzant

“Until you heal the wounds of your past, you are going to bleed. You can bandage the bleeding with food, with alcohol, with drugs, with work, with cigarettes, with sex; But eventually, it will all ooze through and stain your life. You must find the strength to open the wounds, Stick your hands inside, pull out the core of the pain that is holding you in your past, the memories and make peace with them.”

— J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

“I sometimes find, and I am sure you know the feeling, that I simply have too many thoughts and memories crammed into my mind.”

— Carlos Ruiz Zafón

“We exist as long as somebody remembers us.”

Because without all the memories maybe it wouldn’t hurt so damn much.

— Barbara Kingsolver

“Memories do not 

always soften 

with time; 

some grow 

edges 

like 

knives.”

rip Bonnie

Facts:

“Memories triggered by scent have the strongest emotional connections and appear more intense than other memory triggers.”

— OCC

“The best way to recover and move on with your life is to cherish and be grateful for the happy memories … to let go of the pain so you can be free again … and to look ahead with hope to what the future holds.”

Seconds

5 seconds of courage and your life can change at an instant.

Don't ever forget the power of a "Hello" 

sometimes you miss the memories, not the person.

"Feelings change - memories don't." - Joel Alexander

I've learned that

 I've learned that good-byes will always hurt, pictures never replace having been there, memories good or bad will bring tears; and words can never replace feelings.