Memories Quotes

Campus ... brings back so many memories that I would ... have made.

I'm writing a memoir. I'm four pages in. I start with my first memory, which is kicking my uncle in the balls. I was four.

A strong memory is commonly coupled with infirm judgment.

It is commonly seene by experience, that excellent memories do rather accompany weake judgements.

Anyone who does not feel sufficiently strong in memory should not meddle with lying.

Experience teaches that a strong memory is generally joined to a weak judgment.

This is how memories are; what seems so clear and unforgettable at one moment vanishes like steam the next.

From the subterranean ore of memory we extract the jeweled visions of our future.

...evoking memories, particularly of days gone by.

Pure suffering has a consciousness, a tongue, a heart all its own and even the memory of it is but a pale unreality when compared with the actual experience.

In fact, sometimes when I look at something my memory does work. I remember the panel where Alex Toth told me, "Mike, if you really don't understand all that, you don't need to put it on there."

The reality is that the NBA was in worse shape in the '70s and early '80s. People have convenient memories.

I understood that there was no escaping the memories, that I was surround by them. (p.30)

Who am I, then, if my memory is impaired?

My earliest memory is aged three, seeing sunlight on water and feeling it was really magical.

I knew I would hate my best memory because it would prove that people could fake love or that love could end or worst of all, love was not powerful enough to change a life.

Although my grandmother lived out her long life in the shadow of Rainy Mountian, the immense landscape of the continental interior lay like memory in her blood

I don’t want to lose my memories. Don’t make me forget. I would rather die as Elena, than live as a shadow.

We forget, we have a short memory and we're human. This morning my Scripture was Isaiah 26:3, which said, Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on Thee for he trusteth in Thee.

I consider myself British and have very happy memories of the UK. I spent the first 14 years of my life in England and never wanted to leave. When I was in Australia I went back to England a lot.

By calling it a memoir, I meant is as a collection of memories. I thought it was (a more) artful (title) than documentary.

Pure memory isn't based on recall but rather involuntary memory that's in your body and your nerves.

Everything is in our cellular level. My mom's is definitely in my cellular memory.

Voters' memories will fade some.

Your center of mass is a place you cannot visit but you always carry with you. Like memories, it is part of life's baggage.

Also, where does your identity come from? Your memory, of course.

Dreams are composed of many things, my son. Of images and hopes, of fears and memories. Memories of the past, and memories of the future.

It's only a dream Just a memory without anywhere to stay

I've learned that memories can have a physical, almost living presence.

Sometimes the song isn't strong enough to contain the fiction, because memories are fictions.

I believe poetry has very little to do with memory.

I've always thought there was something very marvelous and magical about mirrors, and that they are connected to memory as well.

My first novel, 'Man Walks Into a Room,' is about a man who's lost his memory and has to start a second life. On one level, it's about how we create a coherent sense of self.

I'm very interested in structure, how multiple stories are assembled in different ways; that is what memory does as well.

Gather knowledge... Visit galleries, museums, art and craft fairs... Read books and magazines. Take workshops. Use your senses. Experience stimulates your memory and imagination.

I like to have memories of a place. It brings something extra. I'm not even sure what it is. I mean, it's the same part of it as I like using friends in small parts or people I know or my doorman.

I like shooting in New York because I have such a connection to the city. I have so many memories there.

Retirement wasn't a reward at the end of a well-run career ... it was a void surrounded by endless dull hours, haunted by memories of work.

The sole virtue of losing your short-term memory is that it does free you to be your own editor.

You can fall ill with just a memory.

Looking repeatedly into the past, you do not necessarily become fascinated with your own life, but rather with the phenomenon of memory.

In memory each of us is an artist: each of us creates.

We store in memory only images of value. The value may be lost over the passage of time, but that's the implacable judgment of feeling.

I worry sometimes that we're apt to confuse forgiveness with forgetfulness. The potency of forgiveness comes precisely from the fact that it must be done while being goaded by an unhappy memory.

Movies, over time, as they do or don't find their audience, or they find a different audience, they change in your memory and in the eyes of those who see it.

The sea is greater than us - it has its rhythm, its art. It comes with our earliest memory, of respiration, breathing in and out.

I have vague memories, like impressions on glass plates.

Each man, therefore, is the entire world, bearing within his genes a memory of all mankind. Or as Leibniz put it: ‘Every living substance is a perpetual living mirror of the universe’

It's beyond the grasp of anyone's memory to recall conversations in kind of [memoir] detail. So it's fake. It's all made up.

As Siri says, who is deeply involved with neuroscience, emotion consolidates memory, and I think that's true.