Memories Of Love Quotes

“Except those images weren’t exact captures of reality. No, the Camera Eye was also suffused with what photographers called the Golden Hour—the gilt-tinted hour following sunrise and preceding sunset, when the world was awash with russet rays and even the meanest streets were aglow as if in an Arthurian legend. Every moment spent with John was like that, reality beyond reality. Richer, realer, rawer than reality. These were the moments she remembered most.”
― Ray Smith, The Magnolia That Bloomed Unseen

“The scent of first rain; it always reminded me of that feverish first love.”
― Priya Prithiviraj, I Still Remember

“The house I would go back to would be bereft of her presence but filled with her memories. Our home, the little monument of memory.”
― Farah Bashir, Rumours of Spring: A Girlhood in Kashmir

“Grief is love with no place to go”
― Karen Gibbs, A Gallery of Scrapbook Creations

“No one can erase or steal those sweetest memories of love.”
― Debasish Mridha

“And sometimes memories hurt because I knew they could never be anything more.”
― Priya Prithiviraj, I Still Remember

“Dagger of Love: Long and Distant Memories)
c. 2016

The dagger of love sticks deep in me,
Of loves lost; waves of memory I dimly see,
(Of loving a man so much that she is a goddess to thee).
Grasp for the dagger from my fevered mind,
And pluck the memories like roses to find.
Shadows fleet and so does she,
I embrace nothing; a handful of memory I barely see,
We both come to a room where we could both meet,
And tell each other ‘I love you’ as our grips do fleet.
Memories are two-edged so I must go,
Recollections in a corner forgotten; where silence does grow.
They must go and so do I,
The corners forgotten in my mind.
Their we wait for silence to grow, and she says goodbye and it is so.
For I must rhyme to tell the day,
First of autumn cold, windy and gray.
Farewell my love on another forgotten day,
(May eternity reunite us that we may love on our way).”
― Douglas Laurent

“Memories are precious things. Not to be taken for granted. They have the power to bring comfort, to make us smile and feel warm inside. Everyone should take the time to cherish the memories they have and be more intentional about making new, good, and lasting ones with those they love.”
― Sarah Monzon, All's Fair in Love and Christmas

“Memories fade away, but the feeling of love is immortal.”
― Soumya Roy

“Possessions age and lose value over time; memories last forever.”
― Frank Sonnenberg, Listen to Your Conscience: That's Why You Have One

“Her eyes were closed so tightly that you could see her long-curled eyelashes pointed skyward, in her baby blue coffin. She was an angel to look at even at that moment. I knew that she was looking over all of us! In addition to that, she was most likely looking at him and holding his hands with her spiritual touch, I could just feel it. He said that he felt the breeze of her presents.

He was crying hysterically from his hazel almost jade green eyes! I remember he said that he was secretly in love with Jaylynn back to when she was a little girl. That he never got the chance to say that to her in person. I remember him placing one pink daisy in her box on top of her small, yet perky upward-facing breasts next to her motionless heart; with the bloom under her chin and her slight smile.

Along with that, then he slid an engraved promise ring on her finger as well; at that moment… one of his teardrops fell from his eyes on her petite hand, as he was holding it… not wanting to ever let go of her. That is love… if I ever did see it. Greg also whispered to me, that he never even got to kiss her as he always hoped to do, and that she was everything that he was looking for in a girl. Furthermore, he would never look for anyone else. That she was the one, and the only! The only thing I could say was; I thank you and follow your heart, and she will be watching over you.

Then he walked away… I never saw him again after that. You know I don't even know his last name. Still, I will always remember his face, and the look that was upon it that day, he was devastated. So, someone did care about her, someone truly loved her, and adored her, and it was taken away from him too. Why! Why oh God, why? Why didn’t she see this when she was alive? ‘Why is a question that has no answers, only just more unanswered questions?”
― Marcel Ray Duriez, Nevaeh Struggle with Affections

“Have you ever walked down a crowded street, smelling a familiar scent and trying to look around for a familiar shadow or hearing a familiar voice? Then you felt a sharp pain recalling old sweet memories you shared with someone, and you wished you could see even a glimpse of them.”
― Verliza Gajeles, Diary of an old soul

“My childhood memories, I was a juvenile to a teenager - they are truly fondest memories!”
― Joseph Jacson K.

“He tratado inútilmente de arrancarte de mi mente, por eso puedo confesarte que solo te guardaré en mi corazón, y cuando quiera verte, me veré en el espejo; y cuando quiera besarte, saborearé mi boca, porque tu sabor aún permanece en ella, intacto; tocaré mi piel para recordar tus manos y soñaré con tus pies tibios en mi cama".”
― Emma Claus, Siempre bajo la lluvia

“Memories are nothing other than ghosts of our past selves that haunt us. Ghosts are nothing more than memories trying to get our attention.”
― Kiran Manral, More Things in Heaven and Earth

“If words,
poetry and art
are also measured
as wealth; OMG,
she has made me rich
(I have monetized
our encounter,
feelings plus moments
now memories)”
― Daniel Derrick Mwesigye

“Even when we lose people. Memories stay.”
― Garima Soni - words world

“Your memories are so profound that all oceans can drown.”
― Bilal Baluch

“You will never be alone in this life because the memories we will form will be with you long after I am gone.
Just look at that beautiful horizon.
Every day when you think of me, just look at it. I will bring you back to this day, to this exact moment when we found each other and became one.
- IBECK to GoD”
― Udayakumar DS, Life of a Sunset Kid

“A few inches away, an old man—one who had once loved her—lay in a bed. Those hard-won inches, fractions of a foot, encompassed memories that could stretch ten thousand miles.”
― Moses Yuriyvich Mikheyev, Vanishing Bodies: An Epic Science Fiction Romance

“Loves seeds unseen a floating world... that fadeth not away
Carried by the wind on wings... every breath ever near always
Just like a precious memory... left behind... but not apart
In truth loves seeds live on anew... forever planted in the heart”
― Toni Heirdsfield @AshRawArt

“Imagine! I’d dreamed of Colonel Fawcett and the Xavante tribe or the Kayapó – this was like pre-destiny.”
― Gordon Roddick

“Gail bent over the face. Suddenly, she lurched backward. Her hand went to her forehead. “Oh! This is Lloyd Crocker, the love of my life! We were engaged at the end of high school. He was the nicest, sweetest boy, but I messed up.”
“You? How did you mess it up?”
“Oh, he took me to a party at his friend’s house and I started flirting with his friend for some reason, maybe to make him jealous; I don’t remember. So, Lloyd took me home and asked for his ring back. He said he couldn’t trust me. Oh, I was brokenhearted over him.
After I married Rich, Lloyd looked me up and we went for a walk. By then, he had a child and so did I. Oh, how I’ve regretted losing him. I hope he had a good life.”
Elsie recognized her mother’s feckless heart had never truly been rehabilitated. She could forget anyone if the next person in line seemed entertaining.”
― Lynn Byk, The Fearless Moral Inventory of Elsie Finch

“I paused to appreciate the present moment, and my mind wandered to you, filling me with happiness. The earth felt alive with the memory of our time together, and I smiled, knowing that our bond will continue to flourish.
-learc-”
― Lea R. Caguinguin

“And running through his story, from adolescence to adulthood, always by moonlight, but bright as the sun, there was Charissa. But this was a different Charissa to the one he thought he knew; that fierce and cynical Moth girl, loyal only to herself.
Here was Charissa as a girl, hopeful and filled with laughter. Here, as an adolescent, wise one moment, childish the next. Here, she glanced out from the pages as an adult, a lover, a friend; dancing in the firelight, poised against the starry sky. Here, she was trusting, loving, unmasked, gentle and filled with confidences. Here, by the light of the full moon, she was not only beautiful, she was by far the most beautiful woman Tom had ever seen.
And now Tom Argent realized what he should have guessed before, what he should have seen in her eyes while he had been dazzled by someone else. She was the girl on the bridge, the one who had kissed him so tenderly. Hers was the shine he had recognized, reflected in Vanessa. She had been the memory contained in the flower seller's gift, the flower that only blossoms once, like innocence---
Like true love.”
― Joanne Harris, The Moonlight Market

“I love our memories. Every day I feel closer to yesterday.”
― Mr. Joshua Shaw, I Took a Plane to Die in Denver

“Sometimes I feel like I'm ok, then I hear a song and start bleeding out again.”
― Mr. Joshua Shaw, I Took a Plane to Die in Denver

“I feel like I've spent most of my adult life trying to keep myself from bleeding.”
― Mr. Joshua Shaw, I Took a Plane to Die in Denver

“I wish someone would steal my memories of you.”
― Mr. Joshua Shaw, I Took a Plane to Die in Denver

“All I have left are the memories I prayed to always remember. Now, they are the memories I would kill anything to forget.”
― Mr. Joshua Shaw, My Own Ghost: A Poetry Book for Women and Men exploring Love, Loss, and Mental Health