Happy Memories Quotes

“Except those images weren’t exact captures of reality. No, the Camera Eye was also suffused with what photographers called the Golden Hour—the gilt-tinted hour following sunrise and preceding sunset, when the world was awash with russet rays and even the meanest streets were aglow as if in an Arthurian legend. Every moment spent with John was like that, reality beyond reality. Richer, realer, rawer than reality. These were the moments she remembered most.”
― Ray Smith, The Magnolia That Bloomed Unseen

“The richest person in the cemetery is the one who left the most happy memories.”
― Matshona Dhliwayo

“He sometimes asked himself a question about life. Which are truer, the happy memories, or the unhappy ones? He decided, eventually, that the question was unanswerable.”
― Julian Barnes, The Only Story

“Awake your soul to happy memories.”
― Lailah Gifty Akita

“La felicità non ci lascia cicatrici da mostrare. Dalla quiete impariamo così poco.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Diary

“He asked me once what I wanted when I died, what I wanted out of life, and I told him I just wanted more happy memories than sad ones.”
― R. YS Perez, I Hope You Fall in Love: Poetry Collection

“A lifetime of memories does not provide empirical proof of the value of living. No one memory has a quantifiable value to anyone expect the holder of the memory. Parenting in large part consists of creating positive memories for children. An accumulation of a lifetime of memories does create a musical score that we can assess from an artistic if not scientific perspective. Each happy memory generates a beat of minor joy that when strung together form the musical notes demarking a person’s prosodic inner tune.”
― Kilroy J. Oldster, Dead Toad Scrolls

“Happy memories are the best shields against unhappy days.”
― T.M Cicinski, A Patchwork Of Moonlight And Shadow

“On her ninth birthday, she'd woken up to find every tree in her mother's garden had branches full of lollipops tied to them with polka-dot strings. There were also gumdrops sitting in the centre of the flowers and overlarge pieces of rock candy laid among the blades of grass to make it seem as if the garden stones had turned to candy in the night.”
― Stephanie Garber, A Curse for True Love