Memories Tears Quotes

#1. I don't like the memories because the tears come easily, and once again I break my promise to myself for this day. It's a constant battle. a war between remembering and forgetting.

E. E. Cummings

#2. My world is a million shattered pieces put together, glued by my tears, where each piece is nothing but a reflection of YOU.

Sanhita Baruah

#3. There are lot memories to take home but the most emotional moment has been when I was touching down in New Delhi. Tears rolled down when I saw the red soil in Delhi from the plane.

Kamla Persad-Bissessar

#4. Tears flow and smiles fade to the same rhythm of life, to disappear together in the bottomless abyss.

Remy De Gourmont

#5. But I am not allowed to forget
The taste of the tears of yesterday.

Anna Akhmatova

#6. A lot of my childhood memories involve walking home in floods of tears. At that age, feeling unpopular is difficult to handle.

Rachel Stevens

#7. I was surprised to feel the tears running down my cheeks. Was this part of the reason fate had brought Arabella and I together all those years ago? Or was fate finally providing a way for our love to live on?

Rose Wynters

#8. I probably won't be able to look forward to summer for a long time. My chest will hurt. My tears will be overflowing. But this warmth in my hands and these summer memories will live on in my heart.

Yuki Midorikawa

#9. So in the heart, When, fading slowly down the past, Fond memories depart, And each that leaves it seems the last; Long after all the rest are flown, Returns a solitary tone,- The after-echo of departed years,- And touches all the soul to tears.

Henry Van Dyke

#10. I've seen attack ships on fire on the shoulder of Orion, I've seen moon beams glisten at the Ten hauser gate, all those memories, lost like tears in the rain ...

Rutger Hauer

#11. The little babies are missing their families from their past lives. The babies have old souls and the old souls have to shrink to become little babies. The tears loosen their memories so they can slide away. They cry at the life they have lost, and then they cry at everything they'll forget.

Akhil Sharma

#12. Friends are the most important part of your life. Treasure the tears, treasure the laughter, but most importantly, treasure the memories.

Dave Brenner

#13. And then I began to drift, fighting tears. I used to come here with Miriam. Miriam, my heart's desire. What was troubling her this morning? Maybe Kate had reproached her on the phone for leaving me? How dare Kate.
Oh yeah? Go for it, my darling. Remind her of what she's missing. No, don't.

Mordecai Richler

#14. No tears come, only memories. Memories and regrets.

Anna Todd

#15. The memories were so vivid that the book dropped from my hand and my eyes filled with tears.

Amitav Ghosh

#16. Yeah, they're just matches," I continued, my voice growing thick with tears. "And memories and smells and sounds and butterflies in my stomach every time I heard the car door slam outside, telling me that he was home. A thousand dreams of all the places I'd have adventures someday.

Penelope Douglas

#17. I remember the day I started school; my mother's tears as I skipped away; birthdays with candles on the cake, too soon too many abandoned for the mess they made.

Francis Norris, 1st Earl Of Berkshire

#18. I bored myself to tears with the daytime television drama of confrontation (I've been wronged!). I winced at sluggish morning half-memories of wearing wrongness like a lampshade on my head (I'm mentally ill!).

Merri Lisa Johnson

#19. I had no eyelashes left. So when I cried, the tears rolled down, unabated to my mouth. My saliva tasted those days, like a salt lake. Or so he said.'
('Left from Dhakeshwari')

Kunal Sen

#20. December is an old friend; it reminds you of the past, together you share some laughs and tears, you feel warm-hearted though it's freezing outside. But, the goodbye is inevitable. May the memories we share with this friend next year be filled with comfort, peace and Love.

Mohamed Atef

#21. Music is the art which is most nigh to tears and memories.

Oscar Wilde

#22. And when the twilight of that ride is finally upon us, we will look at the trail we have taken and at the signs of our passage. And though our tears will be many, we will know that great lives have been lived, and that our memories will forever bind us together.

John Shors

#23. Wounds make you awake in the memories but tears makes tough and dry in real life.

Kishore Bansal

#24. It's amazing how much power a smile holds. It's contagious and brightens people's day. It's also the most powerful camouflage. For that person who seems to have it all together is merely masking the pain of drowning tears. Don't be so quick to assume.

Brittany Burgunder

#25. His entired life bundled into wenty refuse sacks.
His and her memories bundle away in Holly's mind.
Each item unearthed dust, tears, laughter and memories. She bagged the items, cleared the dust, wiped her eyes and filed away the memories.

Cecelia Ahern

#26. We are silent haters
communicating through
memories and tears
We are silent lovers
communicating through
poetry and lyrics

Shannon Lynette

#27. But I couldn't block out the memories, false or not. Couldn't block out the internal pain I shouldn't even be able to feel. Couldn't keep those annoying phony tears that felt so, so real from flowing.

Debra Driza

#28. When I'm creating a character, it's a little bit like what my theater teachers used to tell me about Stanislavsky, like if you're using sense memory to do a scene - if you have to cry in a scene, you try to remember something in your life that made you cry and you use that in order to get the tears.

Jeffrey Eugenides

#29. He paused again as a tear of longing rolled from cheek to lip with the sweet-salty taste of an old memory.

Norton Juster

#30. I freeze and burn, love is bitter and sweet, my sighs are tempests and my tears are floods, I am in ecstasy and agony, I am possessed by memories of her and I am in exile from myself.

Francesco Petrarca

#31. Life bring tears, smiles, and memories. The tears dry, the smiles fade, but the memories last forever.

Malik Faisal

#32. So much for perfect love. Because you can blink your eyes and it can vanish, without explanation, leaving you with only your memories and your tears.

Sarah Jio

#33. Maybe this was now normal for Olivier. Maybe every now and then he simply wept. Not in pain or sadness. The tears were just overwhelming memories, rendered into water, seeping out.

Louise Penny

#34. When we arrive at eternity's shore
Where death is just a memory and tears are no more
We'll enter in as the wedding bells ring
Your bride will come together and we'll sing, 'You're beautiful'

Phil Wickham

#35. I come from a place where breath, eyes, and memory are one, a place from which you carry your past like a hair on your head. Where women return to their children as butterflies or as tears in the eyes of the statues that their daughters pray to

Edwidge Danticat

#36. The last light, in the last window, went out. Only the unstoppable machine of the sea still tears away at the silence with the cyclical explosion of nocturnal waves, distant memories of sleepwalking storms and the shipwrecks of dream.

Alessandro Baricco

#37. Our tears fatten upon our memories of joy.

John Updike

#38. Every journey is personal. Every journey is spiritual. You can't compare them, can't replace, can't repeat. You can bring back the memories but they only bring tears to your eyes.

Riana Ambarsari

#39. Sometimes when she told stories about the past her eyes would get teary from all the memories she had, but they weren't tears. She wasn't crying. They were just the memories, leaking out.

Ruth Ozeki

#40. Too many years fighting back tears. Why can't the past just die? Wishing you were somehow here again, knowing we must say goodbye. Try to forgive, teach me to live, give me the strength to try! No more memories, no more silent tears, no more gazing across the wasted years. Help me say goodbye.

Charles Hart

#41. Come to me in the silence of the night,
Come to me in the speaking silence of a dream.
Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright as sunlight on a stream.
Come back in tears,
O memory, hope, love of finished years.

Christina Rossetti

#42. The pain is not always measured by a number of tears rolling down your cheek. There are kinds of pain with no appearances, whatsoever.

Sarvesh Jain

#43. There were many tears, many unsure times, many troubled moments. The fun memories were only a few, but even so, those memories will shine bright like stardust, and continue to shine on in my heart.

Mika Yamamori

#44. I just wish the memories would fade. I wish the songs wouldn't bring tears. And, I wish that his name would stop making my heart tremble. I want to forget. I need to forget. I deserve to forget. I have to forget.

Melissa Brown

#45. Moments have fallen from your eyes, like tears written in the wind. There, on the river of knowledge, where you live from your memories.

Kristian Goldmund Aumann

#46. Jesus didn't take away her tears, he received them. He didn't take away the memories, he shared them. He didn't take away the hurts, he felt them. Somehow, with the Lord, she could bear it.

Sarah Sundin

#47. I'd drown in a sea of tears if I lived my life ruminating on the past. I would undoubtedly revise memories to be more joyful that they were, or ever have been.

Maximillian Degenerez

#48. I want to protect myself from any further, darker memories of hers, get myself out of here gracefully before something embarrassing happens. She's balanced on the edge of an artificial hilarity that could topple over at any moment into its opposite, into tears and desperation.

Margaret Atwood

#49. My mind swirled with memories of the life I had led. The constant struggle to keep up appearances, the pretenses, the smiles that had been met with tears. The long sleepless nights, the loneliness that cloaked my spirit and turned me into a true ghost.

Anchee Min

#50. If tears could build a stairway
and memories a lane,
I'd walk back up to Heaven
and bring you home again.

Karen White

#51. The first lady in my life, but now you're gone,
I learned through the years to keep carrying on.
Your picture brings me tears and memories,
The way things could be ... and they should be, but they're not.

Afrika Baby Bam

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

Aporva Kala

#53. The reign of tears is over. The slums will soon be only a memory. We will turn our prisons into factories and our jails into storehouses and comcribs. Men will walk upright now, women will smile, and the children will laugh. Hell will be forever for rent.

Billy Sunday

#54. His fingers brushed the outline of the bronze disc hanging beneath his tunic. Haydn jerked his
hand away, gritting his teeth as he tried to block the memories. The clashing of steel. The screams and cries of battle. They fled, replaced by flames. Shadows. Pleading and tears.

Hope Ann

#55. Heart-aches are forgotten, tears lose their bitterness, and like a leaf of lavendar in a store of linen, so does Memory make life sweet.

Myrtle Reed

#56. Oft in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond memory brings the light Of other days around me; The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken; The eyes that shone Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken.

Charles Lamb