Memories Quotes

Memory, with its fugitive adjustments, is the merciful veil to the grim enactments of the first law. It hides the anguish in the human heart which is always craving for perpetuity.

If memory survived eternally, then indeed there might be justification for a belief in hell.

What is a memory? Not a storehouse, not a trunk in the attic, but an instrument that constantly refines the past into a narrative, accessible and acceptable to oneself.

Left behind as a memory for us. [Lat., Nobis meminisse relictum.]

The greatest threat facing American today - next to voter fraud, the Western Pinebark beetle, and the memory foam mattress - is the national news media.

I got good grades but no particular comment stands out in my memory, I'm afraid. I was one of those annoying and rather boring model pupils.

A picture is worth a thousand words...and uses up a thousand times the memory.

The loss of memory isn't always the problem; sometimes--maybe even often--it's the solution.

Memory and intention and intuition are fused. The iron is always hot.

Memory works according to meaning, and when something is important to you, the Google in your brain brings it forward all of a sudden.

How did anyone survive this world, with these bodies whose memories wouldn't stay in the past where they should? With the emotions that were so strond I couldn't tell what I felt anymore?

Uncle Jeb," we croaked in surprise. "You found us." "Well, now," he said, and his gruff voice brought back a hundred memories. "Well, now, here's a pickle.

The tiger is humbled by memories of prey.

All that we were has led us to where we are, but tells us little of where we’re going. Memories are a weight you can never shrug off.

There [in Allied] were things that were written that were cut, and things that were shot that were cut, but if the film works, they are erased from memory.

The muscle memory of filtering away all the wrong versions of what you're doing improves the more time you're on a film set. I feel like my problem-solving algorithm got kicked up a notch.

I love people, but I love the thought and memory of them just as much.

I hope that memory is valued - that we do not lose memory.

Though we are made of memories, we live only in the here and now.

My very best memory of Montreal was the moment inside the Olympic arena when I was waiting under the stadium and those majestic gates opened up. It was a whole other world.

Time does not act on memory to soften the edges, blur the details; if anything, it sharpens them. Emotions may lose their acid outlines, but not places and people, not if you wish to retain them.

The Western memory museum is now mostly a visual one.

I lived in upstate New York until I was ten years old and we moved overseas. I have a lot of nostalgic memories of that part of the world, and I love going back there by writing the Lakeshore books.

Tis never the place, but the people one shares it with who are the cause of our happiest memories.

I think memories are like dreams. Not reliable proof of anything. I can't prove a memory any more than I can prove a dream.

All the times these arms were my only refuge from the world. Perhaps not fully appreciated then, but so sweet in my memory, and now gone forever.

And through the spaces of the dark Midnight shakes the memory As a madman shakes a dead geranium.

So first, your memory I'll jog, And say: A CAT IS NOT A DOG

Time is eating away my memory. Time, and this illness, this trespasser in my brain.

My memories of them had rubbed thin with overuse, worn to frail color transparencies flickering on the walls of my mind...

By taking the time to explore charged memories in therapy we might uncover feelings that have been buried for decades.

If genetic memory or racial memory persists, is it possible that individual memory also exists from previous lives?

My mother always says that fear and pain are immediate, and that, when they're gone we're left with the concept, but not the true memory.

Being a memory play, it is dimly lighted, it is sentimental. It is not realistic.

Memory training is great psychedelic training.

I'm taking memory power boost tablets to help me every day and doing the puzzles to help me stay focused.

No, I happen to be one of those people whose memory shuts down under pressure. The answers would come to me in the middle of the night in my sleep! Besides, I am a millionaire.

Other people salted away money for their old age, but Nanny preferred to accumulate memories.

Whatever you choose, your choice will mean there are two new worlds. And perhaps sometimes, on the edge of sleep, we will see the shadow of the other world. There will be no unhappy memories.

It was a backwards memory of an event in his future so terrifying that it had generated harmonics of fear all the way along his lifeline.

memory is the only way home.

History is always best written generations after the event, when clouded fact and memory have all fused into what can be accepted as truth, whether it be so or not.

When Time who steals our years away Shall steal our pleasures too, The mem'ry of the past will stay, And half our joys renew.

It is notorious that the memory strengthens as you lay burdens upon it, and becomes trustworthy as you trust it.

Our limbic system sets the mind's emotional tone and stores our highly charged emotional memories.

A car crossed two lanes of traffic, flipped, and landed on my dad's car. I don't blame cars. My dad loved cars. I don't have many memories of my dad. The love of cars is all I have of him, really.

I kind of felt I left a good message and memory with the people in terms of my work, and I always felt with a good record, I could always come back.

Memory is a great deceiver: it embroiders until naught is left but the glory and the pleasure.

I don't know if it's harder but when you're playing a real person you want to honor their memory - even if they're a criminal or someone that the public loathed. That can be challenging.

You're listening to [the songs on Random Access Memories] and they're future classics. They've brought the sound of something that's been lost for a long time.