Memories Quotes

Magnus didn't really want this kind of thing this early in the morning - this talk of aching memories and wanting to forget. This conversation needed to end, now.

There is the truth of history, and there is the truth of what a person remembers.

But it was smell that carried memory.

and I'm thinking as our bodies meet that I'll remember this forever, and i just hope it's for all the right reasons.

From now on when people asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I planned to say, Amnesiac.

It never leaves, not with someone we love. Their presence burns too vivid in our memories. Happen that is as it should be, for otherwise we would too easy forget.

My father spoke with his hands. He was deaf. His voice was in his hands. And his hands contained his memories.

What are we, if not an accumulation of our memories?

I hate my body Hate what it remembers. Hate what it let him do.

During the day, memories could be held at bay, but at night, dreams became the devil's own accomplices.

Remember, childhood only lasts 10-12 years. There's a lot that has to be squeezed in to make for a lifetime of happy memories. ♥

The palest ink will endure beyond the memories of man

It was one of those rare times when remembering the dead was more inmportant than tending to the needs of the living.

I was learning that when you're with someone who is dying, you may need to celebrate the past, live the present, and mourn the future all at the same time.

He paused again as a tear of longing rolled from cheek to lip with the sweet-salty taste of an old memory.

We bury things so deep we no longer remember there was anything to bury. Our bodies remember. Our neurotic states remember. But we don't.

If you keep your eyes so fixed on heaven that you never look at the earth, you will stumble into hell.

I have the best memories as a kid eating ice cream. It was a family tradition that I had with my father. It was nice.

Family holidays and weekends are really brightly colored memories, full of my mother and father, rather than our nannies and au pairs.

I love the food, the girls, the sky and everything that is Delhi. I have very fond memories of the Moolchand flyover.

The older we get, the swifter time seems to pass and the quicker memories seem to fade.

I think the '70s are always inspiring to me. I was born then, so I have a lot of memories about how my parents were and what kinds of movies I was watching.

Many books owe their success to the good memories of their authors and the bad memories of their readers.

I attended the public schools.And I have happy memories and strong memories of those days and good memories of the good sense and the decency of my friends and my neighbors.

We are the sum total of our memories. Memories are the most precious things we have. Good or bad. That's what make us who we are. What would we be without them?

Old memories are very easy to get except that once you write about something you've destroyed it.

In our memories the stories of our lives defy chronology, resist transcription: past ambushes present, and future hurries into history.

May our memories of kindness be long and of offenses be short.

I have a very vivid memory.

Magnus did not like to go near the Hotel Dumont if he could help it. It was decrepit and unsettling, it held bad memories, and it also occasionally held his evil former lady love.

I should remember more, and I have a pretty good memory.

I don't think I've ever worked on a project [Paper Girls] that is this personal. We draw so much on our memories of growing and we're putting so much of our present day into it as well.

I always think clothing is like a scrapbook: you remember all the good memories and the past times.

Health is a return to our memory of wholeness.

Our body is the place that our memories and dreams call home for the time being.

My first gig was in Philadelphia and I played the drums for my older brothers. That same night, I also played drums for Martha and the Vandellas. Ah, the fond memories of being 14.

The devil! what beastly things our memories insist on cherishing!

Everyone complains of his memory, and nobody complains of his judgment.

I want the same one, the way she always is, without failures, without fights, without bad memories.

I'm allergic to sad memories. It's the worst.

I have the most evil memories of Spain, but I have very few bad memories of Spaniards.

It is extraordinary how music sends one back into memories of the past.

Our memories, they can be inviting. But some are altogether, mighty frightening.

But surely, if you trust God, you can believe the bad moments pass, and the good memories are worth enough.

Fools who wear their hearts proudly on their sleeves, who cannot control their emotions, who wallow in sad memories and allow themselves to be provoked this easily - weak people, in other words.

Even though it was a stressful time in my life, I have a lot of good memories from my Idol experience.

One of the best memories of my life is contemplating that first finished drawing and realizing I had cracked the code, that I could make drawings like this whenever I wanted.

Only our memories allow that some people ever existed. That they mattered, or mattered too much.

I was of the opinion that the past is past, and like all that is not now it should remain buried along the side of our memories.

Springtime is a season we tend to forget as we grow older, and yet far back in our memories, like the landscape of a country visited long ago, it's always there.