Top 29 Burning Memories Quotes
#1. And trauma had a way of burning memories deeper into the mind.
Dan Brown
#2. Let it all go, one foot in the grave and one bag packed. We shall go to our end in the warm glow of the past, burning up the memories, all the clutter given back.
Peter R. Pouncey
#3. My best feature is unfortunately a private matter, although I'm told it is spectacular. But you can't really walk it down the red carpet. What can I say?
Kate Beckinsale
#4. Looking for inspiration in expression, I have actually always looked to singers and violinists. I have never really looked only at the recorder as a remedy for my expressions.
Michala Petri
#5. Memories can kill, Yvette. The past can reach right up and grab you and drag you to a place you shouldn't be. Like a burning building.
Louise Penny
#6. I'm chasing a decade old ghost. Searching beneath the rafters of a cobweb-filled haven lined with old memories which my brain cannot accept are dead. The light of nostalgia is burning bright inside my heart. Ignoring the emptiness around me, and hoping for a resurrection of love.
LeAnne Mechelle
#7. If you're famous enough, the rules don't apply.
Maureen Dowd
#8. In questions of power, then, let no more be heard of confidence in man, but bind him down from mischief by the chains of the Constitution." After
Glenn Greenwald
#10. Memories are either the greatest poetry, when they are memories of a vital happiness, or a burning pain, when they touch dried wounds.
p. 479
Ivan Goncharov
#11. Bridges are meant for burning, when the people and memories they join aren't the same.
Jim Croce
#12. The burning eyes did not come back, but memories did, came flooding in. The words. Always the words. Divorce.
Gary Paulsen
#13. I feel like my brain is more geared towards a novel than it is to a movie.
Kate Beckinsale
#14. Summoning those memories was like touching a burning pot. She could do it only briefly before she had to pull away.
Stephanie Perkins
#15. When you choose your attitude toward life, you can affect reality by making it better for you
Paulo Coelho
#16. He switched off the light, came back and sat in the chair. In the darkness, Liesel kept her eyes open. She was watching the words.
Markus Zusak
#17. One of my earliest memories is walking up a muddy road into the mountains. It was raining. Behind me, my village was burning. When there was school, it was under a tree. Then the United Nations came. They fed me, my family, my community.
Ban Ki-moon
#18. Sleepless nd haunted by memories burning me.
As they limped their way from the ashes to safety or eternity.
9/11
Christopher Reel
#19. The Old Days, the Lost Days
in the half-closed eyes of memory (and in fact) they never marched across a calendar; they huddled round a burning log, leaned on a certain table, or listened to those certain songs.
Beryl Markham
#21. Some of my old memories feel trapped in amber in my brain, lucid and burning, while others are like the wing beat of a hummingbird, an intangible, ephemeral blur.
Mira Bartok
#22. In my mind, I see all of my passionate memories in bright, burning Red.
Taylor Swift
#23. There was a delicious possessiveness in the way he kissed her, as if he were staking his claim at the same time he was burning away the memories of anyone else for her. And he did. In an instant, there was nobody but him.
J. Lynn
#24. They found out about him in July and stayed angry all through August. They tried to kill him in September. It was way too soon. They weren't ready. The attempt was a failure. It could have been a disaster, but it was actually a miracle. Because nobody noticed.
Lee Child
#25. National Socialism adapts Fascism, Bolshevism, Americanism, works it all into Teutonic Romanticism.
Victor Klemperer
#26. You will be burning alive, when the ones who meant the world to you leaves for no reasons ... In fact, its not their absence which is hurting, but its the memories of their presence which is tearing your heart apart ...
Gayathri Purushothaman
#27. My whole life is a dark room. One big dark room.
Beetlejuice
#28. Under the burning sun on the street I began to feel the weight of my ninety years, and to count minute by minute the minutes of the nights I had left before I died.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
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