My memories of events and games are fragmented.

The function of memory is not only to preserve, but also to throw away. If you remembered everything from your entire life, you would be sick.

Nothing lasts forever, but at least we’ve got these memories.

I must have been 12 years old. I remember it was raining. We passed by the National Gallery, and that wonderful pink marble, in the rain it gets a very rich rose. I remember looking up and saying to my parents, ‘That’s the kind of job I would like to have some day.

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

The Gospel was not meant merely to reside in our intellect, memories, and tongues, but to be seen in our lives.

I think my fondest memories would be with Sting, and Steamboat, Dusty and er… I made a lot of money wrestling Wahoo McDaniel and Jack Mulligan too. It’d be hard to pinpoint one.

Fathers and mothers, do not forget that children learn more by the eye than they do by the ear… Imitation is a far stronger principle with children than memory. What they see has a much stronger effect on their minds than what they are told.

I remember being captivated by Jules Verne’s ‘Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea’ when I read it as a kid.

The best way to keep good acts in memory is to refresh them with new

I grew up with the ‘Star Wars’ movies since before I have many memories. We had them on VHS back in the day, so they were part of the fabric of growing up in my family.

Some things arrive in their own mysterious hour, on their own terms and not yours, to be seized or relinquished forever.

I know a girl made of memories and phrases, lives her whole life in chapters and phases…

One very clear memory I have of college is that I never learned anything in the big lectures. I have a feeling I’d have done even worse if they’d been on a laptop screen.

He knew he was at last answering the call, running by the side of his wood brother toward the place from where the call surely came. Old memories were coming upon him fast, and he was stirring to them as of old he stirred to the realities of which they were the shadows. He had done this thing before, somewhere in that other and dimly remembered world, and he was doing it again now, running free in the open, the unpacked earth underfoot, the wide sky overhead.

San Francisco is gone. Nothing remains of it but memories.

Little remnants from everywhere I’ve been are scattered around my home. I collect rocks in a weird way, with stones from around the world as mementos. I’ve also got three haranas, which are little guitars.

Memories have to be our most painful blessing.

Every once in a while, we’d ask my dad if we could get a ride in one of these planes. And, he did take us to the flying club and get us a ride in the Pushpak and a glider that the flying club had.

The beauty of baseball lies in its ability to bring people together and create lasting memories.

As my brother and I get older and busier, I really cherish the time we spend together.

I love the Middle East. My earliest childhood memories are of Jerusalem. I love the colors and smells and cadence of Arabic spoken in the streets of Cairo or Beirut. I also love the modernity and verve of Tel Aviv.

My dad used to turn of the TV an scold me to study.

I think I was 9, and my mom ordered them for me from a catalogue. They bred like crazy, and I was selling gerbils all around Michigan. They wrote a story about me in the local newspaper.

Memories are precious … they help tell us who we are.

The sea can bind us to her many moods, whispering to us by the subtle token of a shadow or a gleam upon the waves, and hinting in these ways of her mournfulness or rejoicing. Always she is remembering old things, and these memories, though we may not grasp them, are imparted to us, so that we share her gaiety or remorse.

Unhappy is he to whom the memories of childhood bring only fear and sadness.

Unhappy is he to whom the memories of childhood bring only fear and sadness.

Memories and possibilities are even more hideous than realities.

Memory sometimes makes merciful deletions.

Ocean is more ancient than the mountains, and freighted with the memories and the dreams of Time.

We all have our time machines. Some take us back, they’re called memories. Some take us forward, they’re called dreams.

You forget all of it anyway. . . You forget who was cool and who was not, who was pretty, smart, athletic, and not. . . You forget all of them. Even the ones you said you loved, and even the ones you actually did. They’re the last to go. And then once you’ve forgotten enough, you love someone else.

I’m allergic to sad memories. It’s the worst.

My kids that’s their backyard. I think when they’re adults, their memories will be mostly of spending time at beach, the exploration, the freedom that you have. You take care of your house that you live in and we make our bed and we clean our cars and we do all that stuff, but yet we neglect sort of the place that really provides us with the greatest form of sustainability, which is the ocean.

Have a short memory and a lot of forgiveness. Especially us girls who don’t forget a thing. Move on.

It is a triumph of life that old people lose their memories of inessential things.

Just as real events are forgotten, some that never were can be in our memories as if they happened.

Between the covers of the books that no one had ever read again, in the old parchments damaged by dampness, a livid flower had prospered, and in the air that had been the purest and brightest in the house an unbearable smell of rotten memories floated.

But it is possible, it is possible: the old grief, by a great mystery of human life, gradually passes into quiet, tender joy; instead of young, ebullient blood comes a mild, serene old age: I bless the sun’s rising each day and my heart sings to it as before, but now I love its setting even more, its long slanting rays, and with them quiet, mild, tender memories, dear images from the whole of a long and blessed life–and over all is God’s truth, moving, reconciling, all-forgiving!

No matter what you do this year or in the next hundred, you will be dead forever.

No matter what, nobody can take away the dances you’ve already had.

What matters in life is not what happens to you but what you remember and how you remember it.

He was still too young to know that the heart’s memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good, and that thanks to this artifice we manage to endure the burden of the past.

A land without memories is a people without liberty.

I have tried to keep memory alive… I have tried to fight those who would forget. Because if we forget, we are guilty, we are accomplices.

When I was growing up, we went to Musikfest every year, and I have vivid memories of the corn on the cob. I’m going to the concert, but I’m really going for the corn.

For in the end, it is all about memory, its sources and its magnitude, and, of course, its consequences.

Whenever I think of the past, it brings back so many memories.

If there never was a night or day and memories could fade away, then we’d be nothing left but the dreams we made.

I know it breaks your heart To picture the only one you wanna love In someone else’s arms, but I wouldn’t have done

Memories are the key not to the past, but to the future.

Today I know that such memories are the key not to the past, but to the future. I know that the experiences of our lives, when we let God use them, become the mysterious and perfect preparation for the work He will give us to do.

Only those with no memory insist on their originality.

Memories are thoughts that arise. They’re not realities. Only when you believe that they are real, then they have the power over you. But when you realize it’s just another thought arising about the past, then you can have a spacious relationship with that thought. The thought no longer has you in its grip.

No sadness is greater than in misery to rehearse memories of joy.

Pause you who read this, and think for a moment of the long chain of iron or gold, of thorns or flowers, that would never have bound you, but for the formation of the first link on one memorable day.

As a boy, because I was born and raised in Ohio, about 60 miles north of Dayton, the legends of the Wrights have been in my memories as long as I can remember.

Excellent memories are often coupled with feeble judgments.

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.

There are so many memories for me in Manchester. Everywhere I go, I think, ‘I used to have boutiques here, clubs there, restaurants in that area.

Here was a gorgeous triumph; they were missed; they were mourned; hearts were breaking on their account; tears were being shed; accusing memories of unkindnesses to these poor lost lads were rising up, and unavailing regrets and remorse were being indulged: and best of all, the departed were the talk of the whole town, and the envy of all the boys, as far as this dazzling notoriety was concerned. This was fine. It was worth being a pirate, after all.

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.

The poetry of a people comes from the deep recesses of the unconscious, the irrational and the collective body of our ancestral memories.

If you want to keep your memories, you first have to live them.

We exist only by virtue of what we possess, we possess only what is really present to us, and many of our memories, our moods, our ideas sail away on a voyage of their own until they are lost to sight!

Jesus is not a memory. He is an actual, contemporary, reachable Person. He is the living Christ, who has the power to enter into people’s lives and change and lift them up.

Memories were waiting at the edges of things, beckoning to me.

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.

Love is a really scary thing, and you never know what’s going to happen. It’s one of the most beautiful things in life, but it’s one of the most terrifying. It’s worth the fear because you have more knowledge, experience, you learn from people, and you have memories

Looking back, I realize that this period of my life has irrevocably come to a close; my happy-go-lucky, carefree schooldays are gone forever. I don’t even miss them. I’ve outgrown them. I can no longer just kid around, since my serious side is always there.

Memories mean more to me than dresses

I suppose I’m very aware of time and of memories and of enjoying life… not just doing the right thing and being a useful person, which I certainly wanna be and believe that I am. I hold onto my family really tight and try to be as good a woman as I can be in my life.

Every song has a memory; every song has the ability to make or break your heart, shut down the heart, and open the eyes

Akron, Ohio, is my home. It will always be remembered. Akron, Ohio, is my life.

My sister’s first-born child, I’m gonna take that too with me. My grandmother’s last smile, I’m gonna take that too with me. It’s a beautiful life, remember that too for me.

I have always noticed in politics how often men are ruined by having too good a memory.

How vast a memory has Love

The memory of a good deed lives

There are many statues of men slaying lions, but if only the lions were sculptors there might be quite a different set of statues.

We are all shaped from memories we have as young people.

How lucky we are to have such a treasure of memories.

I love a real-life, movie moment in living color.

I would rather be a little nobody, then to be a evil somebody.

I’m not just making songs; I’m crafting experiences

I’m making music that I want to hear. I’m my own biggest fan.

Memories are not recycled like atoms and particles in quantum physics. They can be lost forever.

The brain appears to possess a special area which we might call poetic memory and which records everything that charms or touches us, that makes our lives beautiful.

My emotions, when I think about the time I spent at Spurs, are always really positive.