Memories Quotes

It's my memory, and what happened between that moment 10 or 15 years ago and now, there's a lot of gray area

Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.

Nothing is more memorable than a smell. One scent can be unexpected, momentary and fleeting, yet conjure up a childhood summer beside a lake in the mountains...

Take only memories, leave only footprints.

Nostalgia, the vice of the aged. We watch so many old movies our memories come in monochrome.

I am poor, but I am rich. I have my children, I have a garden with roses, and I have my faith and the memories of those who have gone before me. What more is there?

Perfume is the art that makes memory speak

If people could see me the way I see myself - if they could live in my memories - would anyone love me?

It's a little place on the Pacific Ocean. You know what the Mexicans say about the Pacific? They say it has no memory. That's where I want to live the rest of my life. A warm place with no memory.

A memory is what is left when something happens and does not completely unhappen.

Memory, like liberty, is a fragile thing.

I've always been fascinated by the operation of memory - the way in which it is not linear but fragmented, and its ambivalence.

On the stem of memory imaginations blossom.

No one remembers who came in second.

You can hide memories, but you can’t erase the history that produced them.

In loving memory from the Family.

Humans, not places, make memories.

A cigar is as good as memories that you have when you smoked it.

A strong memory, concentration, imagination, and a strong will is required to become a great Chess player

I guess the painkillers wipe out your memory along with your ethics.

If you could only keep quiet, clear of memories and expectations, you would be able to discern the beautiful pattern of events. Its your restlessness that causes chaos.

Memory that yearns to join the centre, a limb remembering the body from which it has been severed, like those bamboo thighs of the god.

Wherever a beautiful soul has been there is a trail of beautiful memories.

Memories and possibilities are even more hideous than realities.

People who have gone, are still here, in us. Places we came from, are carried to the places we go.

If you tell the truth, then you don't have to have a good memory

My first outdoor cooking memories are full of erratic British summers, Dad swearing at a barbecue that he couldn't put together, and eventually eating charred sausages, feeling brilliant.

I acknowledge the privilege of being alive in a human body at this moment, endowed with senses, memories, emotions, thoughts, and the space of mind in its wisdom aspect.

Memory is not what the heart desires. That is only a mirror, be it clear as Kheled-zaram. Or so says the heart of Gimli the Dwarf.

My work is mostly about memory. It is very important to me that everybody that I have been close to in my life I make photographs of them.

This is how memories are made... by going with the flow.

I call to mind flatness and dampness; and then all is madness - the madness of a memory which busies itself among forbidden things.

The past is what you remember, imagine you remember, convince yourself you remember, or pretend you remember.

My favorite Aspen memory is saving an upside-down cake that had exploded from the high altitude.

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.

Memories have to be our most painful blessing.

Read yourself, not books. Truth isn't outside, that's only memory, not wisdom. Memory without wisdom is like an empty thermos bottle - if you don't fill it, it's useless.

I cherish the memories of a question my grandson asked me the other day when he said, 'Grandpa, were you a hero in the war?' Grandpa said 'No... but I served in a company of heroes.'

Memories are like moonbeams; we do with them what we want.

People will not look forward to posterity, who never look backward to their ancestors.

It's sad to know I'm done. But looking back, I've got a lot of great memories.

Chocolate is the first luxury. It has so many things wrapped up in it: Deliciusness in the moment, childhood memories, and that grin-inducing feeling of getting a reward for being good.

I had five great years at Liverpool and I would rather just keep that memory as it is.

It's easier to die when you have lived, than it is to die when you haven't. So I say to all young people, go make memories; beautiful memories. Because when the time comes to go, you won't go alone.

Freedom stretches only as far as the limits of our consciousness.

Migration gives a blank cheque to put anything you don't feel like addressing in the memory hold. No neighbours can go against the monster narrative of your family.

The heart, like the mind, has a memory. And in it are kept the most precious keepsakes.

Memory does not make films, it makes photographs.

Treacherous people do not last only memories of their treason last.So will it last with emotions mixed, of love and hate for treacherous ones.

All genuine learning is active, not passive. It involves the use of the mind, not just the memory. It is a process of discovery, in which the student is the main agent, not the teacher.