Quotes On Past Memories Novels & Stories

iniangat niya ang baba ko para silipin ang mukha ko. "Like what I've said before. What would be in my past, is just a past and I don't wan't to bring it back to this season. What I've been encountered before, is just a big mistake. So I will remind you, don't be being overthink about the things that doesn't exist anymore." tumango lang ako sa kanya at tinugunan siya ng mariin na halik sa pisngi.

Napangiti ako. " alam mo, di mo naman kaylangang mahiya sa past mo eh. Kasi may mga taong mas nakakahiya pa ang past kesa sayo." Sabi ko bringing up the issue kanina. Nakita ko kung pano sya napangiti ng mapait. " you know what, i hate having flashbacks to the memories i dont even want to remember" Mapait na sabi nya sabay tungo. " but i keep on getting unto me"

Nakita kong bahagya itong siniko ni Jules. And for the nth time, I forgot what to say next. I already forgot the past and don’t want to remember what happened from the past. And still, I didn't know that it still has an effect on me. That house may bring back the painful past to me, but I still value it with my life. Ibinigay yun ng lolo ko sakin, sa amin. Though, it holds every piece of memory I have from my life before.

“W-wala lang. I’ve been having dreams lately. Weird ones.” “What kind of dreams?” “The kind that feel too real.” Hindi siya sumagot agad. Tinitigan niya ako, parang may gustong sabihin pero pinipigilan. Hanggang sa bumulong siya, “Dreams can be fragments of what we’ve lost.” Napatingin ako sa kanya. “What if… what if they’re memories?” Ngumiti siya ng mahina, pero halata ang tensyon. “Then maybe some things are meant to stay forgotten.”

Hindi kasi niya maiwasang isipin na kaya dinidistansiya nito ang sarili sa kanya ay dahil sa nawawala na ang pagmamahal nito sa kanya, na pinandidirian na siya nito ngunit parang imposible naman iyon dahil kapag tumitingin ito sa kanya ay nakikita niya kung gaano kalaki ang pag-ibig nito sa kanya. Hindi nga ba eyes are the window of the sould. Sa kaisipang may amnesia siya pero nagawa niyang maisip ang quote na iyon, parang gusto niyang matawa ng husto. Natigilan lang siya nang makita niyang titig na titig ito sa kanya na parang may gustong itanong. Well, parang gusto nga rin niyang itanong dito iyong tungkol sa boses ng batang babae na narinig niyang tumawag sa kanya ng Mommy.

"Reminiscing memories?" Nag-angat ako ng tingin sa kaniya. "Sorry, reminiscing memories isn't my thing, Marcus." Humakbang siya palapit sa akin. "Naalala mo ba ang pagkakataong nandito tayo noon? Ang halik?" Pinaliitan ko siya ng mga mata. Pinigilan kong hindi maipakita ng expression ko ang pagkahiya dahil sa natumbok niya ang iniisip ko.

putol nito ulit sa kanya. "W-what?" naguguluhang tanong niya, pabulong. "I don't have any memory of you. And though after tomorrow, we'd just totally be strangers who happened to marry each one time in their lives, I still want to have memory of you. You see, I don't know if I'd ever remember the past. But just in case I don't, I'd still have a memory of you-- one thing that I'd get to keep and remember for this lifetime that we will spend apart."

I nodded. I'm sitting alone, watching the passenger walk past by... I feel I was blindsided now, I didn't expect this. I wasn't prepare, I can't even imagine myself leaving them,again! but.... I can't do anything about it now, all I can do is accept that those happy and unforgettable moments are turn into fading memories...a happy memories that I will keep and cherish forever 'Yanna..your the one I used to love...Thank you for the memories... I love you so dámn much...goodbye' I whispered in the air, as if it will delivered

he called my name exhaustedly to cut me off. “Sandali kasi patapusin mo muna ako,” agad-agad kong sabi. Wala na siyang nagawa kun’di makinig. “Masakit iyong naging ending namin ni Zane. Sinaktan niya ako ng maraming beses sa loob ng matagal na panahon. Pero kung papipiliin ako ngayon, ayaw kong burahin ang mga alaala namin kasi ‘yong ending lang naman ang masakit, eh. ‘Yong simula at saka ‘yong in between punong-puno ng mga magagandang alaala and those memories are worth keeping. Kaya ayaw ko siyang kalimutan. ‘Di bale nang may malungkot na alaala, basta manatili iyong mga masasaya.”

Nandoon ang mga nakaraang hindi na nila mababalik at mga nakaraang iiwan na lamang sa limot. Memories, like fragments of a forgotten melody, weave the tapestry of our lives. They are the elusive ghosts of our yesterdays, lingering in the recesses of our minds, waiting to be summoned by a scent, a song, or a fleeting glimpse of the familiar. The past, with its palette of emotions and experiences, shapes who we are today. In the quiet moments, we find ourselves drifting back, tracing the contours of our memories like fingers on an old, weathered photograph.