Memories Quotes

From Russia I didn’t bring out a single happy memory, only sad, tragic ones. The nightmare of pogroms, the brutality of Cossacks charging young Socialists, fear, shrieks of terror.

Now i’m like you, just a memory floating across, this now foreign land.

I blend memories. I blend them into one that’s funny. I exaggerate to clarify.

Past lifetimes do not concern me. Whatever memory succumbs to be forgotten, is one I do not aspire to repeat.

When our memories outweigh our dreams, it is then that we become old.

When people come up to me and say, “I was at your Game 7 in the playoffs in Toronto,” or, “I saw your first goal in the NHL,” that triggers memories. But I don’t sit around my kitchen table and tell my kids, “You know, one year I got 92 goals.”

For years you were my sun. But after nothing was said and done I ventured to other galaxies. Now your memory is nothing but a dim star.

Though the heart loves it is the mind that commits such passions to memory.

I hold onto these beloved memories so close to my heart, the thought of forgetting tears me apart.

Memories are lifelines to the lives we’ve lost.