Memories Quotes
Memory and forgetfulness are as life and death to one another. To live is to remember and to remember is to live. To die is to forget and to forget is to die.
Memory is like all other human powers, with which no man can be satisfied who measures them by what he can conceive, or by what he can desire.
There are always three sides to every memory…yours, theirs, and the truth, which lies somewhere in between the two
By means of an image we are often able to hold on to our lost belongings. But it is the desperateness of losing which picks the flowers of memory, binds the bouquet.
Some men's memory is like a box where a man should mingle his jewels with his old shoes.
Every time I open the drawer, it's a trip down Memory Lane, which, if you don't turn off at the right exit, merges straight into the Masochistic Nostalgia Highway.
There is no such thing as unconsciousness for it is not experienceable. We infer unconsciousness when there is a lapse in memory or communication.
Like most people, I have painful memories of trying to fit in as a child. I wore, said, and did pretty much what everyone else did.
Australia is an island surrounded by water. My fondest memories growing up were trips to the beach, walking around the harbour and playing in the beautiful parks.
Memories I had locked away have begun to break free, like shards of ice fracturing off an arctic shelf. In sleep, these broken floes drift toward the morning light of remembrance.
Playing basketball with my teammates was a gift! We cant play any more but we live the memories each day!
At a certain point memory becomes a beach strewn with landmines, all life’s many losses buried in those sands.
I didn't worry about it because I kind of felt I left a good message and memory with the people in terms of my work, and I always felt with a good record, I could always come back.
New Orleans is not in the grip of a neurosis of a denied past; it passes out memories generously like a great lord; it doesn't have to pursue "the real thing."
A friend gives hope when life is low, a friend is a place when you have nowhere to go, a friend is honest, a friend is true. A friend is precious a friend is u.
Books, too, begin like the week – with a day of rest in memory of their creation. The preface is their Sunday.
I answer the heroic question, 'Death, where is thy sting?' with 'It is in my heart and mind and memories.
My heart's with you, Bill, no matter how it turns out. My heart is with all of them, and I think that, even if we forget each other, we'll remember in our dreams.
The streets looked small, of course. The streets that we have only seen as children always do I believe when we go back to them
Our memories have voices, too. Often sad ones that clamor like raised arms in the dark.
Unhappiness is caused when we cannot let go of our memories.
He was the most ordinary man in all the world, and yet in her memory he'd become luminous, like the prince in a fairy tale.
If this continues, if this goes on, then when I die, your memories of me will be my greatest accomplishment. You memories will be my most lasting impressions.
Maybe heaven entailed more than a soul residing in a single place, but instead having pieces of yourself spread among the hearts and memories of people you've touched.
My dad had limitations. That's what my good-hearted mom always told us. He had limitations, but he meant no harm. It was kind of her to say, but he did do harm.
Some days some times are remembered by me, in life’s all moments they are cherished by me
People have often told me that one of their strongest childhood memories is the scent of their grandmother's house. I never knew my grandmothers, but I could always count of the Bookmobile.
It's the unknown that I fear, the bites of memories that still have no connections.
Her father’s shadow looked sadly down at her. “You can never forget what you do in a war, September my love. No one can. You won’t forget your war either.
But she knew that no matter what beauty lay behind, it must remain there. No one could go forward with a load of aching memories.
Between the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour.
In the meantime, I could withdraw to my room, could hide and sleep as if I were dead
Different people remember things differently, and you'll not get any two people to remember anything the same, whether they were there or not.
You realize that you habitually thought of Mom when something in your life was not going well, because when you thought of her it was as though something got back on track, and you felt re-energized.
