Memories Quotes

Time's arrow, we are told, is a one-way thing. . . Memory's arrow, like the needle of a compass too close to a lodestone, spins in all directions.

I have a phenomenal memory. I remember every single thing that anybody said to me, ever did to me, who was nice to me and who was not nice to me.

What you do on travel holiday is what your memories are based on. People want to do cool stuff, and this is what will shape your entire experience.

There are memories I a better off without. Things better lost forever.

Our minds and memories are crowded with the common experience of nature.

By and by never comes.

One of my earliest memories is of being about three and a half, climbing through the legs of a man who I didn't know was the famous actor, Patrick Magee.

I grew up without the rose-tinted look at the profession many of my friends had, but I've been very lucky playing major roles in 'An Ideal Husband', 'Arcadia' and 'The Memory of Water'.

We consider ourselves as defective in memory, either because we remember less than we desire, or less than we suppose others to remember.

One of the aged greatest miseries is that they cannot easily find a companion able to share the memories of the past.

Memory is the primary and fundamental power, without which there could be no other intellectual operation.

He is a benefactor of mankind who contracts the great rules of life into the short sentences, that may be easily impressed on the memory, and so recur habitually to the mind.

We owe to memory not only the increase of our knowledge, and our progress in rational inquiries, but many other intellectual pleasures

What is read twice is usually remembered more than what is once written.

Sweet Memory! wafted by thy gentle gale, Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail.

Sweet memory, wafted by the gentle gale, Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail, To view the fairy haunts of long-lost hours, Blest with far greener shades, far fresher flowers.

The fancy is indeed no other than a mode of memory emancipated from the order of time and space.

I'm very musically inclined. My parents were opera singers. As a young child, I could hear operas and I knew if they were sad, or if they reminded me of something, or they brought back a memory.

So now she and I are friends - not with benefits, but memories.

Into my heart's treasury I slipped a coin That Time cannot take Nor a thief purloin- O better than the minting Of a gold-crowned king Is the safe-kept memory Of a lovely thing.

I don’t want these memories to become slippery, to just disappear into the thin air of life the way most things seem to. I want them to stick – even the bad ones – so I repeat them often.

It's still a memory worth having, even if it's not exactly what you imagined.

So many versions of just one memory, and yet none of them were right or wrong. Instead, they were all pieces. Only when fitted together, edge to edge, could they even begin to tell the whole story.

Don't let your life pass you by, weep not for the memories.

There is something out of gear about graded schools and all that. Memory is developed at the expense of what in general we are pleased to call thought and character.

Memories no matter how small or inconsequential are the pages that define us.

The Olympics in '80 was phenomenal. It was my favorite memory of all competitive events, because it was brand new and it was exciting.

I want to go to New Zealand so bad! I have amazing memories of being in that country, of jumping off of a building in Auckland and having so much fun.

It had been a war of kingly poisons, in the air, in the memory, in the blood.

Human nature is so constituted that insults sink deeper than kindnesses; the remembrance of the latter soon passes away, while that of the former is treasured in the memory.

My favorite New York memory is that blizzard in '96. I get chills thinking about it. It's my favorite time here - call me crazy. I'm from Canada, and it's very cold up there.

They laughed much harder than the memory was funny because it felt good to laugh.

Rin slept inside the oak’s thought. Its own memories of weather and growth continued to hum, and like a pond, its stillness reflected back herself.

I don't know their names. Their names have been erased from my memory banks. If I tried to bring 'em back, I'd get shocked.

We're naturally afraid of a spider - these are memories that are being chemically passed down through your DNA.

It occurred to me at some point that what really links us to the past is memory, and there's so much we've forgotten.

Fish are complex beings who choose mates, use words to communicate, build nests, cooperate with one another to find food, have long-term memories, and use tools.

Who wants to put together something that will bear some relationship to the vision or memory or experience or story or idea or dream or whatever.

That is the beauty of memory, isn’t it? Our reality is always clouded by our perceptions of truth. (Mnimi)

There’s no reason for you to know all that about me. My memories have never served good to anyone. (Acheron)

How far back does one's memory of someone go?

Look out, Death: I am coming.-Art thou not glad? what talks we'll have.-What memories of old battles.-Come, bring the bowl, Death; I am thirsty.

We can grieve over lost powers and memories, or rejoice over gained knowledge and maturity, according to taste.

We touched with a softness that pushed through the skin into memory, like arms plunged into a river - we could feel the weight of each other's stones.

Sign of old age: distress at all leave-takings, all separations. And the sadness of memories, because I'm aware they're condemned to death.

I'm on fire when I'm singing, I'm completely in character, I use my sense memories, and every syllable of it is meant. It's a very special thing.

It's like I'm stuck in a time bubble. Memories keep coming back, and of course, memories are a huge part of literature and cinema, from "Stand by Me" to "Blade Runner."

Let every man in mankind's frailtyConsider his last day; and let nonePresume on his good fortune until he findLife, at his death, a memory without pain.

I think because I'm not a parent, my most immediate connection to childhood is my memory of my own childhood.

Yoga is a study of life, study of your body, breath, mind, intellect, memory, and ego. Study of your inner faculties!