Memories Quotes

Soon or late, every dog's master's memory becomes a graveyard; peopled by wistful little furry ghosts that creep back unbidden, at times, to a semblance of their olden lives.

But sometimes what we call 'memory' and what we call 'imagination' are not so easily distinguished.

I cannot speculate on what our cluttered mind will save- sleepy Sundays, or a nosebleed after love. I know only the dying heart needs the nourishment of memory to live beyond too many winters.

Every journey into the past is complicated by delusions, false memories, false namings of real events.

My memories of events and games are fragmented.

Memories have no life. They're just pale reminders of a time that's gone-like faded photographs.

From the first moment I handled my lens with a tender ardour, and it has become to me as a living thing, with voice and memory and creative vigour.

Hit a tripwire of smell and memories explode all at once. A complex vision leaps out of the undergrowth.

Progress, far from consisting in change, depends on retentiveness. Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.

Too much has been forgotten in the name of memory.

I think everyone must have a first memory of some house, some room, a vivid picture that will remain deep down in one forever.

The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten.

A whole stack of memories never equal one little hope.

I am happy as happiness goes, for a woman who has so many memories and who lives the lonely life of an actress

Ah, tell me not that memory sheds gladness o'er the past, what is recalled by faded flowers, save that they did not last?

When we travel, we are like a film at the moment of exposure; it is memory that will develop it.

A home is one of the most important assets that most people will ever buy. Homes are also where memories are made and you want to work with someone you can trust.

I have terrible short-term memory loss, which I like to think of as Presidential eligibility.

A friend is someone who can see the truth and pain in you even when you are fooling everyone else.

Please leave me something...even one memory would be enough.

Memories... images and precious thoughts that shall not die and cannot be destroyed.

Don't throw yourself at someone because of who you think they are, throw yourself at someone because you know you're both in it for the memories.

Nothing fixes a thing so intensely in the memory as the wish to forget it.

Memory is a poet, not an historian.

We are so constituted that we believe the most incredible things; and, once they are engraved upon the memory, woe to him who would endeavor to erase them.

I never saw my grandfather because he had died before I was born, but I have good memories of my grandmother and of how she could play the piano at the old house.

We have this day to be alive. We better lay down and give up, or stand up and really make some worthwhile memories for ourselves. 'Cause we're not going to be alive forever

The weakest ink is better than the best memory. Study with pen in hand.

Memory can glean, but can never renew. It brings us joys faint as is the perfume of the flowers, faded and dried, of the summer that is gone.

...yet a memory cannot be trusted, for so much of the experience of the past is determined by the experience of the present.

Memory is the fourth dimension to any landscape.

Their memory's like a train: you can see it getting smaller as it pulls away And the things you can't remember Tell the things you can't forget that History puts a saint in every dream.

Every scene, even the commonest, is wonderful, if only one can detach oneself, casting off all memory of use and custom and behold it, as it were, for the first time.

Art is the act of triggering deep memories, of what it means to be fully human.

My first memories of music were country music and Ronnie Milsap. Where I grew up, it was what you listened to. And anything else, you were somewhat out of place.

My true glory is not to have won 40 battles ... Waterloo will erase the memory of so many victories, ... But ... what will live forever, is my Civil Code.

...and while ambition sleeps inside of me I content myself with memories of glitter and despair.

I treasure the memory of the past misfortunes. It has added more to my bank of fortitude.

I'm always fascinated by the way memory diffuses fact.

We keep this love in a photograph We made these memories for ourselves Where our eyes are never closing Hearts are never broken And time's forever frozen still

Someone knocks at the door of an apartment to borrow salt or sugar, people run into each other in the elevator, and in this way become inscribed in the spectator's memory.

Memory is a wonderful thing if you don't have to deal with the past.

The one who thinks over his experiences most, and weaves them into systematic relations with each other, will be the one with the best memory.

Memories, how they linger in the twilight and in the wee small hours sometimes just before dawn.

Metaphor is no argument, though it be sometimes the gunpowder to drive one home, and imbed it in the memory.

Do not trust your memory; it is a net full of holes; the most beautiful prizes slip through it.

Friends depart, and memory takes them To her caverns, pure and deep.

I really rely a lot more on memory. I'm definitely not as good of a sight reader.

Why did happy memories fade and blur until one could scarcely recall them at all, while horrible memories seemed to retain their blinding clarity and painful sharpness?

Bereavement is terrible, of course. And when somebody you love dies, it's a time for reflection, a time for memory, a time for regret.