With Love Quotes

Her grandparents’ house was an old crammed up space just like all the others there, but to Sofia it had the luxuries of a palace and the reverence of a church.

The day might come when I had nothing but memories, and the choice of whether to indulge my romantic side and wallow in them, or my cynical side and reflect on the reliability.

For me, there is a strange beauty in remembering.

What is it that you contain? The dead, time, light patterns of millenia opening in your gut. What is salted up in the memory of you? Memory past and memory future.

I buried my face against his neck, breathing him in - the smell of machine oil, summertime, a thousand memories

Take me back into the time when I lost track of time!

Time can heal and time can help forgive and forget because in time the memories fade. The time will go so slow so fast and love will stay if it's right.

Taking time to create memories will stamp moments that will forever be etched on your heart and on the hearts of your children.

I write because I can remember and to keep those memories alive. I write for pleasure. I write because I must.

Some Memories are better be destroyed.. you never know when do you fall in love with someone, and when you're kicked out.. it's life, crazy enough!

Only if the human mind had a Garbage Collector.But then, do we know what references we still hold on?

A pure white puppy followed on the girl’s heels, barking, and the girl laughed in the breathless, drunken way of children as she ran into the hallway.

They have both loved you with a child’s love, and now a man’s. It is the child’s love that holds you together . . . cemented by the moments you shared with them that they treasure most.

This is a special date but that was a special time

I am wishing of a memory, where you gave me everything you hadand where I offered you the pieces that were leftof me.

Better to leave with good memories than have the last ones be the embarrassing, smoking ruin of what once had been a fantastic friendship.

Where is the good memories ? Where is Love ?

Some people walk into our lives and leave footprints on our hearts. Others walk into our lives and we want to leave footprints on their face!

you wereand always will bethat first ever touchto have fertilizedthe groundbeneath my life’s treesthat first ever roseto have fragrancedthe rest of my memories.

Desiree. It's like falling in love every night and having your heart broken every morning... Having more memory is just a way of distorting a greater amount of the past.

Memories are who we are, Tul. In the end, that’s all the luggage you take with you. Love and memories are what last.

Memories and emotions could be the greatest form of torture.

memories brings some past that dealt with the pain and yet we choose to embrace it as if we have a lot to gain.

I see pieces of memories in his eyes. Pieces of us. They are broken, and scattered, but they are there, gradually coming together again at the sight of me.

People come and go in our life but memories stays for ever.

Sometimes the hardest part of growing it is not the responsabilities you might get, but it is to lose the essence of love, and never find the way back to where it was.

Sometimes the memories seemed too much and I couldn't understand how I'd stayed so calm when these things actually happened, but lost my breath in the shadowy remembrances.

Songs are memories... Either u smile or get a tear in your eyes..

Everything was brighter and more colorful in those years, as if my childhood was ending in an explosion of unreal passion that made my life feel sacred and holy.

Good memories are meant to stay in our hearts forever... -Geena L. Davis

What kind of songs do you like? she asked."The ones that remind me of you, " I said.

he wished for freedom and heaven was granted to him".

....because people die but their memories not.

Her tears still lay, unattended, on my bosom...I wouldn't wipe them, for she might stop paying me visits.

Photos’re better than nothing, but things’re better than photos ’cause the things themselves were part of what was there.

It's about quality, not quantity. It's about the memories, the bond, the love. It's about the heart.

Even post true death memories carried on the waves of universal energy will defy the faux perception of finality.

I try not to remember them but very often memories force themselves on my consciousness

I know you’re just a rag doll now, sewn together with memories that we might have had. I know you’re just the dream inside of a dream And don’t worry, I know I don’t know you, anymore.

He stopped his act to take a snapshot of that instant he would so treasure- her delightful laughter that could make him do anything, anything at all, in the world and beyond!

...everything is gone except traces of you inside me - and the years like the wind are sweeping those away ...

You can't love a city if you have no memories burried there.

...I recall that day on the beach - the sand so brilliant, the clouds so massive, and the wind punishing your hair...

...strands of your hair and tendrils of the wind spin into nothingness the memories of that day...

...every time I look at you autumn leaves come in between - does it matter they're the color of your hair - or they still fall in my memory?...

It's sad when the people you love most become a bitter memory.

A man without mind brings ecstasy!

But I knew what it said. That I could be imperfect, but only so much. Human, but only within limits. And honest, to her or to myself, never.

I could take revenge, i could give pain, But i do not know how to be such a cheapSo hurt to one, i love you more than my life to whom always i speak

I missed Eve so much I couldn't be a human anymore and feel the pain that humans feel. I had to be an animal again.