Memories Quotes

My earliest memory from childhood is of fishing with my father. And I remember vividly we were in a store, and we were buying a pup tent to go on our first camping trip.

Other than my memory being a bit woolly and my knees being a bit creaky, I don't really think there's anything I can't do.

I have that memory of dancing on my father's feet to all the music my parents used to listen to.

The hardest memories are the pieces of what might have been.

I started to write book reviews as a means of recording my thoughts about what I'd read before all memory of them vanished.

I suppose if I didn't write for a living and it couldn't be published, I would have wanted to write anyway. I think there's something about the act of writing that organizes thoughts and memories.

Are you ready to step out of the prison of memory and conditioned responses into the experience of freedom? If so, then observe your addictive behaviors without judgment.

Use memories. Don't let memories use you.

Scots have long memories, and they're not the most forgiving of people.

And if Time is anything akin to God, I suppose that Memory must be the Devil.

Which is crueler, an old man's lost memories of a life lived, or a young man's lost memories of the life he meant to live?

I watched her face switch among the radio stations of memory

You never forget where you were when you write a song; it's a very proper memory, so I knew exactly where I was and what I was doing for each track. It was like going into a time machine.

My favorite memory is my five years with the Nuggets. From my first day to my last day is a great memory. There wasn't a year that I was a Nugget that I didn't think we succeeded.

memory is a storm I can't repel.

Tom Walls and his cohort are wolves in sheep's clothing who will besmirch the memory of some genuine historic figures by the next full moon.

One of my earliest memories as a reader - I don't know how old I was, quite young - was a poem of his, called "Fog," and I remember the first verse, "The fog comes / on little cat feet".

Crooked Hillary Clinton bleached and deleted 33,000 emails, lied to Congress under oath, made 13 iPhones disappear, some with a hammer, then told the FBI she couldn't remember 39 times. Bad memory.

I have a terrible memory.

When we live with a memory we live with a corpse; the impact of the experience has changed us once but can never change us again.

Beware of the corporate invasion of private memory.

The outsourcing of our memory to machines expands the amount of data to which we have access, but degrades our brain’s own ability to remember things.

Some of 'em [virtues] like extinct volcanoes, with a strong memory or fire and brimstone.

I kind of forget what it's like to be a dude who grew up in the south sometimes. I want to refresh my memory and remember why I love it [there] so much.

Worst memory is when I was fighting for a living. You have to fight and train no matter how bad your injuries. This at times made the fun go away.

The reader's impression is one of a dream - the only thing that's left upon waking is the memory of a melody at the end of a concert.

My memories pale as I prevail upon them again and again. They become more and more ghostly. I fear nothing so much as losing them altogether and having only my blank endless mind to live in.

Much like photographs, I also love the idea that ghosts are memories frozen in time. We can be haunted by both just as horrifically. One really becomes a metaphor for the other.

I've always been attracted to the idea of ghosts being memories frozen in time, that a psychological haunting can be just as terrifying as a supernatural one.

I don't think you can erase memory, you can just bury it, and when we're ready to process old traumas they can reveal themselves in unique ways.

I'd rather come back with a few transcendent memories than an album of snapshots.

I think you remember everything ... you just can't bring it to mind all the time.

Language is the memory of man. Without it he has no past, a paltry present, and an empty future. With it he can bring his dreams to life.

Rome is everybody's memory.

I don't particularly have a good memory. I think history is many times just the text written by the victors. I wanted to counter that aspect.

For nearly 3,500 years Exodus has left such an imprint on people's memories that I cannot imagine it had been invented just as a legend or a tale.

What do all my books have in common? A commitment to memory.

If there is a single theme that dominates all my writings, all my obsessions, it is that of memory-because I fear forgetfulness as much as hatred and death.

Memory is the keyword which combines past with present, past and future.

Memories are the only real gifts we can leave our children.

I look for mystery and try to decipher it while knowing it is an impossible task. I look for memory, where Mystery lies.

I hope this is the lesson we women really commit to memory - we learned that it doesn't work to try be someone other than who you really are.

No matter how many vitamins you take, how much Pilates, you'll lose your keys, your hair and your memory.

Of one thing alone I am very sure: it is a law of our nature that the memory of longing should survive the more fugitive memory of fulfillment.

She must face her grief where the struggle is always hardest-in the place where each trivial object is attended by pleasant memories.

It is, I suppose, the business of grandparents to create memories and the relative of memories: traditions. We want to lodge moments, like snapshots, in the fleeting video of time.

Too much to take in, too much to purge. Why must every memory, once sweet, dead end in such ugliness?

My happiest memories have no place in the past; they are those I have yet to create.

[Memory] visits when it is hungry, not when you are.

Short term memory makes no difference if you've lost your mind.