Remember. When the leaves fell. When they twirled around you in a cloud of benevolent feelings. Remember. When arms wrapped close around shoulders so cold, enveloping all doubtfulness and icy memories in the warmth so craved. Remember the moments of regret, where all love seemed to be an estinguished candle flame. Remember the spark which kindled the fire. Never forget. Remember.
A hard plastic shell encased with an exoskeleton of thousands of tiny points of light shone in the dark warehouse and created a myriad of dancing shadows through the shelving units. It moved methodically down each row, faster than anyone had ever seen. It’s hurried pace almost created a weariness in those that hid, pushing them to the verge of revealing their ingenious hideaway. The man who they called their leader watched as the human shaped (but altogether alien) machine went through every sub-routine in it’s memory banks to find what, in it’s own ungodly way, it knew to be there. As sweat began to drip down the leader’s temples, last year’s bio-sweep came to mind in perfect clarity.
Remember all the times we spent at one another’s houses? Remember the summer that we spent together? Remember when we were best friends and nothing could ever change that? Remember when we told one another everything? Remember how our parents treated us like sisters?
the time when things were easy, when you didnt worry what people thought about you, when boys were falling at your feet, when you walked around confident, actually i dont but its time to create that time….
Do you not remember when she said that he was going to kill her. Strangle, churn like ice cream and devour her, do you not remember this? That was craziness, insanity.
I remember walks in the park. tickle fights. make out sessions for hours. holding hands in between classes. I remember mapping our your face. your hands. your back. your everything. I needed to know the man of my dreams. I needed you. But, I remember distance. I remember hurt. I remember wanting more. I remember needing you.
i never want to forget the things most important. the first time you smiled at me, the first time we laughed together. how are fist kiss felt. the exact moment in perfect clarity when you to me you loved me. i want to remember everything. every single moment. even if its impossible. i wish i could remember. i wish i could know. i wish to remember what love really is. what it realy means. how it really feels to look into your eyes and see the world we created. the world of you and me. the world of We. how lucky we are to be one. to be friends, lovers, and man and wife. how lucky we’ll be to grow old and look back and reminisce what we remember. what is gone. how you see and how i saw and how we are. to remember all that we were. all that we became. all that we will soon be. to remember faith before ourselves. to know that with faith, together we are beautiful.
remembering isn’t get about thinking about that moment. it’s about taking in everything that you felt at that moment. and about what it smelled like. and looked
I cant help but remember the time we had at the beach. It was was the time when we had nothing but gave everything. Wish i would have had more time. To warn you about how far things would go
I don’t try to remember anymore. It’s not because it hurts, or because it makes tears well up in my eyes or my shoulders hunch. It’s because it’s so heavy. I get baggage added to every fiber of my being and I can’t look anywhere but down.
i remember the way you looked when the sun hit your face at the right angle. tangled in my arms and the white bedsheets. your long, beautiful eyelashes slowly and thoughtfully blinking. you, and the way you smell and taste. i want to remember this forever.
Remember when we were little, and everything made sense? The world was simpler and we could understand. We didn’t have Macbeth, or stupid History class. We were free, when the world made sense. I wish I was Peter Pan and never had to grow up.
I remember when i was young and could not make my mind up as easily as I can now. The years have aged me, and just made me nicer. Like a pinot noir– not to dry, full bodied, and delicious. I have aged for years yet i remember the early years of not being so voluptuous and curvy. Now I know, that where i am is where i am meant to be.
Remember the days when rain was sad? It brought emotional hardship, doom and gloom that reached out to the hearts of millions to stay in doors, to weep about what they could not forget. Remember when the first step out into that rainy day forever changed the perception of millions? The one initiative to try and work for fun, rather than sulk because it was something uncontrollable.
What will I remember when I leave? My brother’s spilling coffee on me? Allyson badgering me with her boy problems? Hopefully something better than that….but really that’s all we have. When we leave. And in the end I guess I’ll look back in fondness on those memories…well so they say….well, college here I come.
Hard to press on when the memories remember me, but they always find the perfect moment. Lamesauce, but there’s so much to be said. I wish I had more memories.
It makes me think of little dreams that never happened flickering away by the open mouth of a girl with long red hair in a tidy red knit winter hat whispering Remember, remember, remember.
remember life, remember friends, remember love, remember family, remember who we’ve lost and who we still have. remember the great moments, the awful moments and the moments that made us who we are, because in the end it’s all we got.
I remember too much. I want to forget. I want to forget the pain. I want to forget the memories that trigger more memories and more pain. I wish I could remember less. I think I would rather forget important things than remember every little thing and and every detail of every thing. It’s frustrating. Remembering sucks.
remember the time when we fell the earth move around us? It was spectacular to see and something to remember… the day the earth shook I remember calling out your name… No where to be found just listening for your voice…
Do you remember, the twenty-first night of September? Um, well, that depends… Is it a holiday? an important birthday? You know they say they made a cure for alzheimer’s… But I forget what it’s called…
I remember it well,” said Schmendrick. He leaned over and whispered in her ear, “The day we met at the ice cream social; our first date — a picnic by Regent’s Lake; the day I proposed to you by the Albert Einstein statue in Washington, DC. The sweet, sweet memories are making me feel…rather…frisky…”
He moved over to kiss her on the neck when Charlene put her hand to his lips and replied, “Mr. Funkelstein, would you mind? If you stop trying to kiss me, I’ll be finished changing your diaper a lot quicker.”
remember that time…? someday by the strokes. nostalgic. remembering by avishai cohen. food that’s not satisfying hunger over a period of time can be a reference for remembering that time period. more specific example, please. it’s hard to write about music.
When I close my eyes I am put back to a happy memory
Moments that have changed my life
Memories that I treasure in my heart
So much I do not want to forget
For it’s those memories that mold me into who I am
Those moments have been life changing
I never want to forget them
I never want to forget you
Will you remember me, too?
I remember trying to plan the future, fitting it into a little box hat I could wrap up neatly. I can’t. I can’t plan anything. I can’t hold on to anything. All I can do is remember who I am and remember the beauty around me. That beauty, that hope, will see me through the to the unknown future. If only I remember to remember…
i remember being a kid. i like to think about how my days of childhood have passed. i remember being naughty but sweet, idiot but bright, attentive but dumb :) i like to remember that day when i fell off my bench in the class and all my friends were laughing out loud.
Remember … I like this word … I remember my dad and my baby brother …. I remember the birth of my daughter … these are good memories. The memories are what keeps me sane and going. I wish I had a lot of good memories, but most of what I remember isn’t as good or nice … sometimes I wish I couldn’t remember me at all.
I’m afraid of the things I remember, they scare me, I try to push them back into the dark place they came from, but sometimes I cant and they sneak up on me and try to destroy me, one day I know they’re gonna do it… I don’t know if I’ll ever really be okay again, not after the things he did, I want so badly to go back to the way things were before he changed, or even before I met him, either will do really. Just as long as these memories go away…
i remember when i feel off my roof and broke my arm. i remember the look on my sisters face the day my dad died. i remember the love i felt for the girl i lost. i remember life lived happily is a life lived full.
Remebering is recalling those you loved. You always think about things you could have changed or things you could have done, but it’s because of this ability to remember that we have these thoughts. I remember all the ones I call dear to my heart, even those who have passed away. I remember all my pets. I remember every happy and sad moment. I remember those who have sacraficed much for me and this country even though I may have never met them. I remember our brave soldiers, always and forever.
Remember me. Remember everything that we have built, Brad. You helped save my family, me, my mom. Please remember that and remember everything we have managed to get through. You cannot just leave us in ruins after we built all of that up, you can’t do that to me and to mom. You will KILL her, brad. You will kill yourself with the alcohol.
i remember the time when i first fell in love. i thought i was invincible. i thought we were invincible. that we could do anything, that our love could take us anywhere. after time passed, i realized… we are but mere humans. love does not conquer all.
Remembering things were kind of normal for him lately. It’s all he really did here in Texas. Run down little small town that was nothing like LA and that had none of the feel that Brooklyn always gave him. All the same, he was remembering things because that’s all he could do to pass the time and that was all there was to it.
life. sunsets. those times we want to have. the beach. dumb school. the time we got in a dumb fight. that amazing song. concert. city. shopping. good old times. you. my old self. dancing. moonlight. random dancing. memories i wish i could never lose. those days.
Remember. When the leaves fell. When they twirled around you in a cloud of benevolent feelings. Remember. When arms wrapped close around shoulders so cold, enveloping all doubtfulness and icy memories in the warmth so craved. Remember the moments of regret, where all love seemed to be an estinguished candle flame. Remember the spark which kindled the fire. Never forget. Remember.
A hard plastic shell encased with an exoskeleton of thousands of tiny points of light shone in the dark warehouse and created a myriad of dancing shadows through the shelving units. It moved methodically down each row, faster than anyone had ever seen. It’s hurried pace almost created a weariness in those that hid, pushing them to the verge of revealing their ingenious hideaway. The man who they called their leader watched as the human shaped (but altogether alien) machine went through every sub-routine in it’s memory banks to find what, in it’s own ungodly way, it knew to be there. As sweat began to drip down the leader’s temples, last year’s bio-sweep came to mind in perfect clarity.
Remember all the times we spent at one another’s houses? Remember the summer that we spent together? Remember when we were best friends and nothing could ever change that? Remember when we told one another everything? Remember how our parents treated us like sisters?
the time when things were easy, when you didnt worry what people thought about you, when boys were falling at your feet, when you walked around confident, actually i dont but its time to create that time….
remember to never hurt anyone
Do you not remember when she said that he was going to kill her. Strangle, churn like ice cream and devour her, do you not remember this? That was craziness, insanity.
I remember walks in the park. tickle fights. make out sessions for hours. holding hands in between classes. I remember mapping our your face. your hands. your back. your everything. I needed to know the man of my dreams. I needed you. But, I remember distance. I remember hurt. I remember wanting more. I remember needing you.
i never want to forget the things most important. the first time you smiled at me, the first time we laughed together. how are fist kiss felt. the exact moment in perfect clarity when you to me you loved me. i want to remember everything. every single moment. even if its impossible. i wish i could remember. i wish i could know. i wish to remember what love really is. what it realy means. how it really feels to look into your eyes and see the world we created. the world of you and me. the world of We. how lucky we are to be one. to be friends, lovers, and man and wife. how lucky we’ll be to grow old and look back and reminisce what we remember. what is gone. how you see and how i saw and how we are. to remember all that we were. all that we became. all that we will soon be. to remember faith before ourselves. to know that with faith, together we are beautiful.
remembering isn’t get about thinking about that moment. it’s about taking in everything that you felt at that moment. and about what it smelled like. and looked
I cant help but remember the time we had at the beach. It was was the time when we had nothing but gave everything. Wish i would have had more time. To warn you about how far things would go
I don’t try to remember anymore. It’s not because it hurts, or because it makes tears well up in my eyes or my shoulders hunch. It’s because it’s so heavy. I get baggage added to every fiber of my being and I can’t look anywhere but down.
I remember…I remember………..THE ALAMO.
i remember the way you looked when the sun hit your face at the right angle. tangled in my arms and the white bedsheets. your long, beautiful eyelashes slowly and thoughtfully blinking. you, and the way you smell and taste. i want to remember this forever.
Remember when we were little, and everything made sense? The world was simpler and we could understand. We didn’t have Macbeth, or stupid History class. We were free, when the world made sense. I wish I was Peter Pan and never had to grow up.
I remember when i was young and could not make my mind up as easily as I can now. The years have aged me, and just made me nicer. Like a pinot noir– not to dry, full bodied, and delicious. I have aged for years yet i remember the early years of not being so voluptuous and curvy. Now I know, that where i am is where i am meant to be.
I remember eating nuts yesterday, it’s good that I did otherwise I might have not remembered now. =)
will you remember me? all the times we spent together. all those evenings in the park, the sunday mornings at the club.
Remember the days when rain was sad? It brought emotional hardship, doom and gloom that reached out to the hearts of millions to stay in doors, to weep about what they could not forget. Remember when the first step out into that rainy day forever changed the perception of millions? The one initiative to try and work for fun, rather than sulk because it was something uncontrollable.
What will I remember when I leave? My brother’s spilling coffee on me? Allyson badgering me with her boy problems? Hopefully something better than that….but really that’s all we have. When we leave. And in the end I guess I’ll look back in fondness on those memories…well so they say….well, college here I come.
remember when things were so easy? remember when life was good? remember how it was before things changed?
Hard to press on when the memories remember me, but they always find the perfect moment. Lamesauce, but there’s so much to be said. I wish I had more memories.
It makes me think of little dreams that never happened flickering away by the open mouth of a girl with long red hair in a tidy red knit winter hat whispering Remember, remember, remember.
remember life, remember friends, remember love, remember family, remember who we’ve lost and who we still have. remember the great moments, the awful moments and the moments that made us who we are, because in the end it’s all we got.
I remember too much. I want to forget. I want to forget the pain. I want to forget the memories that trigger more memories and more pain. I wish I could remember less. I think I would rather forget important things than remember every little thing and and every detail of every thing. It’s frustrating. Remembering sucks.
remember the time when we fell the earth move around us? It was spectacular to see and something to remember… the day the earth shook I remember calling out your name… No where to be found just listening for your voice…
summer fun laughing maison playing school dude friends ag abbie gabi baseball football state boys dance family joe life dogs cat smitty kissing tyson
Do you remember, the twenty-first night of September? Um, well, that depends… Is it a holiday? an important birthday? You know they say they made a cure for alzheimer’s… But I forget what it’s called…
I remember it well,” said Schmendrick. He leaned over and whispered in her ear, “The day we met at the ice cream social; our first date — a picnic by Regent’s Lake; the day I proposed to you by the Albert Einstein statue in Washington, DC. The sweet, sweet memories are making me feel…rather…frisky…”
He moved over to kiss her on the neck when Charlene put her hand to his lips and replied, “Mr. Funkelstein, would you mind? If you stop trying to kiss me, I’ll be finished changing your diaper a lot quicker.”
remember that time…? someday by the strokes. nostalgic. remembering by avishai cohen. food that’s not satisfying hunger over a period of time can be a reference for remembering that time period. more specific example, please. it’s hard to write about music.
When I close my eyes I am put back to a happy memory
Moments that have changed my life
Memories that I treasure in my heart
So much I do not want to forget
For it’s those memories that mold me into who I am
Those moments have been life changing
I never want to forget them
I never want to forget you
Will you remember me, too?
I remember trying to plan the future, fitting it into a little box hat I could wrap up neatly. I can’t. I can’t plan anything. I can’t hold on to anything. All I can do is remember who I am and remember the beauty around me. That beauty, that hope, will see me through the to the unknown future. If only I remember to remember…
i remember being a kid. i like to think about how my days of childhood have passed. i remember being naughty but sweet, idiot but bright, attentive but dumb :) i like to remember that day when i fell off my bench in the class and all my friends were laughing out loud.
Remember … I like this word … I remember my dad and my baby brother …. I remember the birth of my daughter … these are good memories. The memories are what keeps me sane and going. I wish I had a lot of good memories, but most of what I remember isn’t as good or nice … sometimes I wish I couldn’t remember me at all.
I’m afraid of the things I remember, they scare me, I try to push them back into the dark place they came from, but sometimes I cant and they sneak up on me and try to destroy me, one day I know they’re gonna do it… I don’t know if I’ll ever really be okay again, not after the things he did, I want so badly to go back to the way things were before he changed, or even before I met him, either will do really. Just as long as these memories go away…
i remember when i feel off my roof and broke my arm. i remember the look on my sisters face the day my dad died. i remember the love i felt for the girl i lost. i remember life lived happily is a life lived full.
Remebering is recalling those you loved. You always think about things you could have changed or things you could have done, but it’s because of this ability to remember that we have these thoughts. I remember all the ones I call dear to my heart, even those who have passed away. I remember all my pets. I remember every happy and sad moment. I remember those who have sacraficed much for me and this country even though I may have never met them. I remember our brave soldiers, always and forever.
Remember me. Remember everything that we have built, Brad. You helped save my family, me, my mom. Please remember that and remember everything we have managed to get through. You cannot just leave us in ruins after we built all of that up, you can’t do that to me and to mom. You will KILL her, brad. You will kill yourself with the alcohol.
i remember the time when i first fell in love. i thought i was invincible. i thought we were invincible. that we could do anything, that our love could take us anywhere. after time passed, i realized… we are but mere humans. love does not conquer all.
Remembering things were kind of normal for him lately. It’s all he really did here in Texas. Run down little small town that was nothing like LA and that had none of the feel that Brooklyn always gave him. All the same, he was remembering things because that’s all he could do to pass the time and that was all there was to it.
life. sunsets. those times we want to have. the beach. dumb school. the time we got in a dumb fight. that amazing song. concert. city. shopping. good old times. you. my old self. dancing. moonlight. random dancing. memories i wish i could never lose. those days.