#memories

It was one of those rare times when remembering the dead was more inmportant than tending to the needs of the living. ↗

— Dean Koontz

#death-of-a-loved-one #memories #remembering #death

The train blows through town delivering reality, slapping my face and screaming, “You are alone” Rose colored memories drown, taking their last breath. ↗

— Kellie Elmore

#depression #grief #grieving #loneliness #loss

I answer the heroic question, 'Death, where is thy sting?' with 'It is in my heart and mind and memories. ↗

— Maya Angelou

#heartache #memories #death

It is as if people refused to leave their dead alone, forced them back into the light, made them keep their composure even in death. ↗

— Bernhard Schlink

#memories #death

The sudden loss of her father was like living with a wound that would never heal, yet her memories of him were fading more and more every day. ↗

— Frank Beddor

#daughter #death #father #loss #memories

Memories of childhood were the dreams that stayed with you after you woke. ↗

— Julian Barnes

#childhood-memories #dreams

My memories are like a shuffled deck of cards, each one coming up at random. ↗

— Brian James

#dreams

Dreams are composed of many things, my son. Of images and hopes, of fears and memories. Memories of the past, and memories of the future... ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#memories #dreams

It was like trying to recall a forgotten dream—each time I felt close to remembering where we’d met, the memories slipped away. ↗

— Michelle Madow

#forgotten #forgotten-memories #memory #dreams

In the end, man is an event which cannot judge itself, but, for better or worse, is left to the judgment of others ↗

— Jung

#dreams