I lit a fire and sat there in my rocking chair. We lit a candle for him. It was as simple as that. I knew that what I had done may have been a catalyst in Danny's death, but I also knew that there was really nothing else I could have done. I can never really lose that feeling. I wasn't guilty, but I felt responsible in a way. It's part of what I do. Managing the band and taking care of the music is very painful at times. It's a sad story. A moment I will never forget, years I can never replace, music the world will never hear, all gone in the turning of a second.
Neil YoungTags: memories danny-whitten losing-a-friend
Sometimes I would see them not as mementos of the blissful hours but as the tangible precious debris of the storm raging in my soul.
Orhan PamukWhen the things you love exist only inside your memory they cannot be destroyed or taken from you.
Marina Tavares DiasTags: happiness love life-lessons life-and-living memories
You can't love a city if you have no memories burried there.
Marina Tavares DiasTags: love memories cities places
The train blows through town
delivering reality,
slapping my face and screaming,
“You are alone”
Rose colored memories drown,
taking their last breath.
Tags: loss sadness death loneliness grief memories depression grieving
...what happens when you return
and find nothing
but a hollowed shell,
shingles and floor,
walls and echoes
and the light that lead you here
has now burned out
and the ones who built it
have traveled afar
and you cant go to them,
no matter what shoes you wear.
Tags: love loss home death heart grief memories heartbreak heartache grieving dorothy
Resting on the roots of this old oak I lean back against his knotted trunk, shine my granny smith on my sleeve And ponder the days…
Kellie ElmoreTags: imagination life growing-up children youth dreams childhood magic memories coming-of-age dreamer cute
To remember is to disengage from the present.
Garth SteinTags: memory memories remember
...before you, life was desolate - the past hardly worth remembering - and now, each moment a keepsake I can't throw away ...
John GeddesTags: life poetry memories moments the-past desolation keepsakes
...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?...
John GeddesTags: love memories autumn-leaves hair-color
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