Memories Quotes

Memories are what you no longer want to remember.

One of the central memories of my childhood is of hunting - not well; I am a terrible shot - quail and dove and grouse on a farm on the Tennessee River.

History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.

We're not that far from being able to plant images, memories, and emotional states directly into the brain.

A mother's happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories.

Are there memories left that are safe from the clutches of phony anniversaries?

The hurricane flooded me out of a lot of memorabilia, but it can't flood out the memories.

On the rare occasions when I spend a night in Oxford, the keeping of the hours by the clock towers in New College, and Merton, and the great booming of Tom tolling 101 times at 9 pm at Christ Church are inextricably interwoven with memories and regrets and lost joys. The sound almost sends me mad, so intense are the feelings it evokes.

The difference between false memories and true ones is the same as for jewels: it is always the false ones that look the most real, the most brilliant.

I think it would be interesting if old people got anti-Alzheimer's disease where they slowly began to recover other people's lost memories.

The memories of men are too frail a thread to hang history from.

No memory is ever alone; it's at the end of a trail of memories, a dozen trails that each have their own associations.

What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined - to strengthen each other - to be at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories.

I always wanted to be a father. I have a beautiful relationship with my dad and beautiful memories. I always knew I was going to have a family.

I've been writing an ongoing letter to my children since they were born, full of recollections of their childhoods. I've filled two journals. It's a great thing to do as a mother - you forget a lot as you go along, but reading over what you've written brings all the memories back.

I still love making hamburgers on the grill. I guess whenever I eat them childhood memories come up for me.

The Jungian view of drama would be that it affects all of our imaginations and somehow taps into our hidden, ancient, primordial memories.

My grandmothers are full of memories, smelling of soap and onions and wet clay, with veins rolling roughly over quick hands, they have many clean words to say, my grandmothers were strong.

This story is based on a gentleman who indeed did... used to come to my parents' house in 1971 from Bangladesh. He was at the University of Rhode Island. And I was four, four years old, at the time, and so I actually don't have any memories of this gentleman.

The museums and parks are graveyards above the ground- congealed memories of the past that act as a pretext for reality.

Those fields of daisies we landed on, and dusty fields and desert stretches. Memories of many skies and earths beneath us - many days, many nights of stars.

Our dreams must be stronger than our memories. We must be pulled by our dreams, rater than pushed by our memories.

Before I proposed to my now-wife, I was understandably nervous. My father suggested that I take stock of all of my experiences and relationships with women, from my earliest memories to present day, and see if I had learned anything that might inform my decision.

Through the years, I have so many wonderful memories of playing with the Red Wings: winning four Stanley Cups, scoring big goals, going into battle every night side by side with my teammates, playing with every ounce of effort I could muster.

So much of what we do is ephemeral and quickly forgotten, even by ourselves, so it's gratifying to have something you have done linger in people's memories.

One of my earliest memories is of my father carrying me in one arm with a picket sign in the other.

I am happy as happiness goes, for a woman who has so many memories and who lives the lonely life of an actress.

I say that I can't make anything up. I think of myself as a collage artist. I'm cutting and pasting memories of my life. And I say, I have to live a life in order to tell a life. I would prefer to tell it because telling you're always in control, you're like God.

Leftovers in their less visible form are called memories. Stored in the refrigerator of the mind and the cupboard of the heart.

My childhood wasn't full of wonderful culinary memories.