Quotes About Capturing Memories Novels & Stories

Ang sabi nila may mga bagay na mas maigi pang manatiling nakatago nalang kung wala naman iyong magandang maidudulot. Ika nga, the things you don't know won't hurt you. But not for my case, not for me. It may work for others but not on me. The more I don't remember things the more my curiosity is eating me and I am scared that in the end I will really lose my sanity.

"Should I turn on the radio?" tanong niya na para bang kanina pa siya nabibingi sa katahimikan naming dalawa. "Sure," sagot ko bago muling ibinaling ang mga mata sa may bintana. "If we all could leave something lasting behind to be remembered by, just a song for me and then at least I would have tried..." Napalingon ako kay Ismael. Why does it sound so familiar? "I agree, it's not so much what we have as how we use what we have in our lifetime... Thirty years is worth a hundred and two. It's really what we can do in our lifetime..."

“No, thanks, la. I'm fine alone. Isa pa, I'm just wasting my time and energy making friends. We're going to leave this place soon, so why bother?” “Ay, naku! Walang sayang doon, apo. Memories tawag doon. Habang bata ka pa, mag-ipon ka nang maraming ganoon para pagtanda mo at bungi-bungi ka na gaya ko, aba'y hindi ka magsisi kasi kahit saglit lang ay alam mo namang naging tunay kang masaya.”

And it really helps me a lot, but maybe it's vague to happen again? Malabo ng mangyari ang lahat-lahat na nakasanayan namin noon. Making a good memories is easy but forgetting and moving on to from that memories is really hard, you can't easily forget everything especially when it's special and a treasure for you. Maybe I'll try to move on? But it doesn't mean I'll forget everything we created together. Magmomove-on lang ako pero hindi ko kakalimutan ang mga memories na napagdaanan na namin. I treasure's it all.

I was delighted that the weather cooperated today because I couldn’t imagine visiting them on a rainy day. “Well… we can distinguish what is right and wrong when we have memories. We can recall where we made mistakes and learn from them,” Marcus stated that brought me back to reality. He paused for a second, I saw his lips tremble when he attempted to talk again. “We can't remember everything, but the ones that evoke strong emotions are the ones that stay with us the longest.” I nodded. “I think so, too…”

Nothing else. Pero naalala ko ‘yung tingin niya pagkatapos ng halik—tahimik, parang gulo, parang may nakita siyang hindi niya inaasahan. At kahit anong pilit kong kalimutan, hindi ko maalis ‘yung imahe na ‘yon. “Hey,” sabi ni Tessa bigla, sabay angat ng phone. “Smile.” “Huh?” “Picture. Para may remembrance sa love life mo—kahit fake.”

Ngumiti si Mia, at marahang sinulat sa sketchpad ang mga salitang: “Healing isn’t about forgetting. It’s about remembering without pain.” Pinakita niya kay Liam, at ngumiti ito. “I like that. Gagawa ako ng painting base d’yan.” “Gagayahin mo na naman ako?” biro ni Mia. “Hindi,” sagot ni Liam, sabay tingin sa kanya. “I-inspire mo lang ako.”

magaan ang pakiramdam nya kay Nato. "your welcome, gumaan rin pakiramdam ko, at least may kasama ako na nkiki celebrate rin." tawa ni Nato. "sana lahat ng taong bigo instead na mag mokmok, mas mabuti pang mag celebrate kasi if that person choose to leave you then it's not for you, it means wala kang halaga sa taong yun then e celebrate mo dahil naka wala ka sa magiging malungkot mong buhay pag kayo ang nag katuluyan." seryosong turan ni Tasha.

Pikit na lang ako, tinitiis ang bawat galaw niya. Muling bumukas ang pinto. Pagkatapos ng lahat ng sakit at kahihiyan, aasa pa ba akong may tutulong? Pero hindi. Isang camera ang ipinasok ng isa sa mga tauhan niya, saka iniwan sa isang tripod. Nakaposisyon iyon sa diretsong harap ko. “What the hell is that?!” sigaw ko. He smiled. “Memories,” sagot niya, malamig at puno ng pananakot. “I want to remember every second of your suffering.”

Pikit na lang ako, tinitiis ang bawat galaw niya. Muling bumukas ang pinto. Pagkatapos ng lahat ng sakit at kahihiyan, aasa pa ba akong may tutulong? Pero hindi. Isang camera ang ipinasok ng isa sa mga tauhan niya, saka iniwan sa isang tripod. Nakaposisyon iyon sa diretsong harap ko. “What the hell is that?!” sigaw ko. He smiled. “Memories,” sagot niya, malamig at puno ng pananakot. “I want to remember every second of your suffering.”