Memories are a dictionary full of situations, feelings, pictures, and people. We pass through memories, some happy ones and some painful ones that we wish had not passed us by, but there are not only happy memories, and in this article I collected for you thoughts of painful memories.
Thoughts of painful memories
- I stood in front of that road and that path that witnessed the history of our love and our memories, and I found nothing but fleeting and dilapidated ruins, the remains of a life gone into the unknown, faded memories that will never return, and lost dreams between the days and months.
- The memories of yesterday are painful, after a love that was buried between the mirages of betrayal and departed to another world, and memories that squeeze the heart and inflame from the embers of life.
- It pains me to remember Yasmine, which you gave me on my birthday, and when I asked you to take care of her for a few days until I returned from my travel, but I returned and did not find her, and I searched for her and found her remains scattered on the road, and she had taken her last breath. My precious Yasmine, she died because of you.
- It pains me to remember the notebook of my thoughts that I gave you so that you could keep what was in it between your heart and soul, and when I asked you about it, you told me it was lost, how could it be lost, sir, when all my life and years of my love for you and my most wonderful memories with you were in it, and because of you, my life was lost.
- My memories with you are painful. You did not protect me, you did not take care of my little things that I love, and you did not give me what I wish for. Our usual path now carries my worst memories with you, deadly and cruel memories. Memories that have no feeling or anything that makes you happy. Rather, everything in them hurts, hurts, and kills. I will write down my painful memories with you in books and folders and I will send them to you. .
- Shattered memories stand on the borders of the past to prevent us from even recovering the joy that was in it, so that we only remember its sadness and feelings. Shattered memories after they were everything to us. We aspired for them to be the present and the future. We aspired for them to continue with us, to help us complete our journey, to provide us with hope. It gives us confidence in ourselves and those around us. Memories that were like sunlight that clears up the darkness of the night. They were the most beautiful days of our lives. We lived them with joy, even if there were sad days. But the taste of joy in them overcame everything, but it could not overcome the bitterness of these days. The taste of joy that we tasted. We did not forget anything from The taste of sadness that we taste, but rather this joy was the basis of this sadness. Perhaps if it had not been present in our lives, we would not have felt all this sadness, for the joy of your past was the same as the sadness of your present and future.
- When your memories become shattered, they need to be restored, even though they will be destroyed again. Then you will realize that joy is the basis of sadness, and that everything happy must have something that turns that happiness into sadness. For everything in our lives, even love. Rather, I have come to realize that love has become laden with sorrows. Shattered memories... Even his happy memories make us cry because she is gone... or because they were rather just illusions or that it was a deception... so we have become so hateful to remember them, but many things remind us of her... even the simplest things never leave our mind. We wish they were something tangible to burn. We throw away his ashes, but unfortunately not everything a person hopes for is realized. Memories cannot be forgotten or erased by age, even if they burn our hearts. They have an effect that soothes the pain in the hearts. We try to burn them with memories more beautiful than them. We build them again, but in vain, as their ashes still have a trace and cannot. No one can erase a trace that brings back all those memories that reside in our hearts... as if they had not been burned... as if they were now... those memories were destroyed... but demolishing their impact has become impossible, and their lives are also impossible... even forgetting or ignoring them has become impossible.
- How difficult it is for it to be a happy memory for you. Everything about it is happy. When you remember it, you feel like you are living it again... with all its joy and bitterness, and then you discover that those memories were just lies.
- So I went back to my dark, cold room. I approached the bed and leaned on my pillow, hoping to regain some of my health. My memories came upon me and exhausted me. They hurt me so much that they made me cry. They tore my heart and tore up my notebook. Its papers were scattered everywhere in my room. Then I heard a faint sound, a sad moaning sound coming from my papers. She spoke to me in pain. What did you do to me? I replied to her: You are the one who did this to me, you are the one who exhausted me and made me tired, you are the one who pained me and tore my heart apart.
- Sometimes in life we have wonderful and painful memories at the same time, and sometimes we cry from the intensity of their pain or joy.. What memories they are.. Memories that take us to a far away world filled with mysteries.. Puzzles that we do not know where they take us.. Are they taking us to painful memories or... To the beautiful memories that remain in the memory... they are not forgotten. Even the painful memories are not forgotten because they are a sad memory that sticks in the mind. When we try to forget the past... someone comes and reminds us of it... so we cry.
- On the map of life, I fell into the city of love... I lived in the city of waiting and crossed the seas of nostalgia... to reach the abyss of oblivion and I am still lost in the paths of memories.
- Our memories are fickle.. Sometimes they make us laugh and sometimes they make us cry.. May God rain upon them forgetfulness that consoles us.
- At midnight every day, the ceiling of my room becomes the appropriate field for memories to collide.
- I was satisfied with the absence, but the memory was not satisfied with the departure.
- Everything reminds me of her.. her ghosts.. her imagination.. and even the entire place is filled with her voice.. All that remains of her is her memory.. Everything has disappeared except her love.. except her passion.. Everything has disappeared.. except her remains.. the remains of pain and wounds. Her separation from us.. How much we miss meeting her.. How much we miss her tenderness.. her kindness.. the whiteness of her heart.. My mother.. you are still here among us.. accompanying us.. wherever we go.. advising us.. raising us.. even when you are under the dirt.. we respond. Your call, we hear your prayers.. My mother, how difficult is the separation that came to us, so we bid you farewell with sadness and crying, and you left us and went to meet my Lord.
- Everything freezes in winter except perfume, nostalgia, memories, and some wishes.
- Memories may arouse in us sadness, they may arouse in us sadness, they may take us back to the past that we refuse to forget, or that we want to forget, but it is not enough for us to remember them that they still remain in us, and that their companions are still with us in our hearts and souls.
