Memories Quotes

Wolf Hall attempts to duplicate not the historian's chronology but the way memory works: in leaps, loops, flashes.

Memory isn't a theme; it's part of the human condition.

Lovers may come and go, there was the memory of blood, the low call.

I think writing is an act of remembrance, I think that Instagram is an act of remembrance, and I think curating a show is an act of memory, too.

Men more quickly and more gladly recall what they deride than what they approve and esteem.

A happy childhood can't be cured. Mine'll hang around my neck like a rainbow, that's all, instead of a noose.

She sleepwalked from moment to moment, and whole months slipped by without memory, without bearing the faintest imprint of her conscious will.

As a child, I remember my dad would sometimes drive me into town with him to play pinball machines together. It's a bittersweet memory but also a favorite.

Art is a kind of artificial memory and the pain which attends all serious art is a sense of that factitiousness.

I regard myself to have been a young Trostkyite and I have not a single bitter memory.

Men like my father cannot die. They are with me still, real in memory as they were in flesh, loving and beloved forever. How green was my valley then.

Writing isn't letters on paper. It's communication. It's memory.

All the shitty stuff people do to themselves... it can all be the same thing, you know? Just a way to drown out your own voice. To kill your memories without having to kill yourself.

My books are written from personal experience, from memories, and from stories that come to me from all places.

I've been a foreigner for the past twenty years. I don't have roots anymore. My roots are in my memory and my writing. That's why memory is so important. Who are you but what you can remember?

Until you make peace with your difficult memories, that pain will continue to bleed into your current and future experiences.

How that name comes up. Mixing memory and desire

If sentiment doesn't ultimately make fibbers of some people, their natural abominable memories almost certainly will.

A man who in the struggles of life has no home to retire to, in fact or in memory, is without life's best rewards and life's best defences.

But do not despise the lore that has come down from distant years; for oft it may chance that old wives keep in memory word of things that once were needful for the wise to know.

If I can live through the events,” she said, “I can get through the memories.

I often write from memory by walking around and talking to myself. Even when I'm working at a computer I write out loud, so that I can hear the poem's rhythm.

I go to my Room and I drink and I smoke some cigarettes and I think about her. I drink and I smoke and I think about her and at a certain point blackness comes and my memory fails me.

Night is the time to weep,To wet with unseen tearsThose graves of memory where sleepThe joys of other years.

You have a memory chip that small implanted in you,” he verified. I nodded, guessing this was somewhat worse than having cooties.

Attention is the stuff that memory is made of, and memory is accumulated genius.

Practical application is the only mordant which will set things in the memory. Study without it is gymnastics, and not work, which alone will get intellectual bread.

Truth only needs to be for once spoken out; and there's such music in her, such strange rhythm, as makes men's memories her joyous slaves.

In the darkness things always go away from you. Memory holds you down while regret and sorrow kick hell out of you. The only help you'll get is a few hard drinks and morning.

My first memory is on a ship from California back to Sydney. Water is just a natural place of home and not home.

A theory of creativity is actually just a metaphor. A pool of ideas, a well of memories, a voice.

Eavesdrop and write it down from memory - gives you a stronger sense of how people talk and what their concerns are. I love to eavesdrop!

That was what she really wanted. To forget so thoroughly she'd never have another memory again, the bitter so bitter you gave up the sweet.

I don't care if someone remembered me. Life is for living and memories for those who we leave behind.

My memory is not so good so my most memorable show is the last one I played. Songs are written with intention but they only emerge in the moment.

If i were to lose my memories, I would rely on music. There is so much of my story embedded in each.

Obligations, hatreds, injuries; what did I expect my memories to be? I was forgetting remorse. Now I have a complete past.

The grave is a crucible where memory is purified; we only remember a dead friend by those qualities which make him regretted.

Imaginations blossom amidst memories. One judiciously separates them - but is there really any point in that? Doesn't truth suffer when one amputates it from its context of dreams?

Last memory of my mother is her being dragged away

Perhaps the universe is a memory of our mistakes.

Nothing can be forgotten. Nothing can be lost. The universe itself is one vast memory system. Look back and you will find the beginnings of the world.

Killing your rival doesn’t guarantee happiness. Sometimes it ruins any chance you have of it instead. Memories of dead men hold far more power than the annoyances of living ones.

I know that attaching memories to books may be going out of the world, but while it lasts, it's a strong record of your life.

They're just memories now. Time to write them off.

A kiss brings back the youth of a young child, as when a hug brings back the memories of a lover.

When a man or woman loves to brood over a sorrow and takes care to keep it green in their memory, you may be sure it is no longer a pain to them.

Actually, the only memory I have of being a Cub Scout was trying to get my hat back. That was all I did. Run back and forth at my bus stop going "Quit it."

Each night I lie down in a graveyard of memories. Moonlight spins a shroud about me.

The conversation of two people remembering, if the memory is enjoyable to both, rocks on like music or lovemaking. There is a rhythm and a predictability to it that each anticipates and relishes.