Memories Quotes

...in words and pickles, I have immortalized my memories, although distortions are inevitable in both methods. We must live, I'm afraid, with the shadows of imperfections.

My first memory is of the brightness of light ... light all around. I was sitting among pillows on a quilt on the ground ... very large white pillows.

I construct my memories with my present. I am lost, abandoned in the present. I try in vain to rejoin the past: I cannot escape.

Men act like brutes in so far as the sequences of their perceptions arise through the principle of memory only, like those empirical physicians who have mere practice without theory.

Yesterday is a memory and tomorrow is a dream. Today is the day to make your mark—to make a difference.

There's a preoccupation with memory and the operation of memory and a rather rapacious interest in history.

... lapses of memory are only attractive when you've encouraged them, not when they take you unawares.

Memory - that fiend, that cruel enemy of comfort.

You pay for what you get, you own what you pay for... and sooner or later whatever you own comes back home to you.

Sometimes you have to travel back in time, skirting the obstacles, in order to love someone.

When the remembering was done, the forgetting could begin.

Where you come from is gone, where you thought you were going to never was there, and where you are is no good unless you can get away from it

But it's funny how the memory works and how sometimes we just belive whatever we want.

These are the quicksilver moments of my childhood I cannot remember entirely. Irresistible and emblematic, I can recall them only in fragments and shivers of the heart.

Bricks without straw are more easily made than imagination without memories.

I'm 65 years old. Everyday the future looks a little bit darker. But the past, even the grimy parts of it, well, it just keeps on getting brighter all the time.

How strange it is, sometimes, which conversations or events stays with us while so much else melts as fast as April snow.

Strange, what brings these past things so vividly back to us, sometimes!

My fondest memories are generally the day after Thanksgiving. I get the total decorating Christmas itch.

Although I am a person who expected to be rooted in one spot forever, as it has turned out I love having the memories of living in many places.

We cannot develop and print a memory.

By the time I was in sixth grade I could bound every country in the world from memory.

Wars have no memory, and nobody has the courage to understand them until there are no voices left to tell what happened.

Memory should be the starting point of the present.

Photography has definitely been my favorite way to remember things. At least for me that’s how my brain processes things, of memories or moments.

The strength of your memory dictates the size of your reality

Painful memories didn't just ease back in-they shoved the door open hard, all of them and all at once

Travel gives a character of experience to our knowledge, and brings the figures on the tablet of memory into strong relief.

Common integration is only the memory of differentiation.

The dead have nothing except the memory they've left.

My best fishing-memory is about some fish that I never caught.

You have to have a short memory as a closer.

A good liar must have a good memory. Kissinger is a stupendous liar with a remarkable memory.

Pale ink is better than the most retentive memory.

Another one of the old poets, whose name has escaped my memory at present, called Truth the daughter of Time.

I'm so thankful I can write songs. I can capture all those memories in my songs and keep those memories alive.

My face carries all of my memories. Why would I erase them?

You jot down ideas, memories, whatever, concerning your real life that somehow parallels the character you're playing, and you incorporate that in your scene work.

Your brain forms roughly 10,000 new cells every day, but unless they hook up to preexisting cells with strong memories, they die. Serves them right.

People's memories are maybe the fuel they burn to stay alive.

You live long enough, you lose enough people, you learn to appreciate the memories you have and stop begrudging the ones you never got to make.

How little remains of the man I once was, save the memory of him! But remembering is only a new form of suffering.

For my name and memory I leave to men's charitable speeches, and to foreign nations and the next ages.

Our moments of inspiration are not lost though we have no particular poem to show for them; for those experiences have left an indelible impression, and we are ever and anon reminded of them.

We're not that far from being able to plant images, memories, and emotional states directly into the brain.

I feel like I'm the most forgiven actress I can think of, probably because of this short memory people have!

Of what significance are the things you can forget.

We seem but to linger in manhood to tell the dreams of our childhood, and they vanish out of memory ere we learn the language.

These memories, which are my life--for we possess nothing certainly except the past--were always with me.

In Memory of BPP Comrades Fred Hampton & Mark Clark, both assassinated by the US Government via the state and local government of Chicago, Illinois, December 4, 1969.