Our Memories Quotes

Our Memories Quote of the day

The past exists only in our memories, the future only in our plans. The present is our only reality.

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

We cannot change our memories, but we can change their meaning and the power they have over us.

Memory has always been social. Now we're using search engines and computers to augment our memories, too.

Even though our lives wander, our memories remain in one place.

Our memory tells us stories, that is, what we get to keep from our experiences is a story.

In solitude we give passionate attention to our lives, to our memories, to the details around us.

Colonialism is the massive fog that has clouded our imaginations regarding who we could be, excised our memories of who we once were, and numbed our understanding of our current existence.

Imagination is merely the exploitation of our memory.

To be successful we must live from our imaginations, not from our memories.

But any Time is with us. And if we take control to shape our attitude and reshape our memories, that time is always now, - our time for the best possible uses of our lives.

Music is the way our memories sing to us across time.

Time is but the space between our memories; as soon as we cease to perceive this space, time has disappeared.

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

I believe... that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.

When we use memories, we are creators. But when our memories use us, we become victims.

What beastly incidents our memories insist on cherishing, the ugly, and the disgusting; the beautiful things we have to keep diaries to remember.

History ... may be regarded as an artificial extension and : broadening of our memories and may be used to overcome the natural bewilderment of all unfamiliar situations.

Our memories are card indexes consulted and then returned in disorder by authorities whom we do not control.

When our memories outweigh our dreams, it is then that we become old.

Our dreams must be stronger than our memories.

Our memory is childish and it saves only what we need.

there simply is no way to describe the past without lying. Our memories are not like fiction. They are fiction.

The memory represents to us not what we choose but what it pleases.

Nothing can take away our memories or what we know.

In our lonely hours we awake those sleeping images with which our memories are stored, and vitalize them again.

Our memories are independent of our wills.

Line by line, moment by moment, special times are etched into our memories in the permanent ink of everlasting love in our relationships.

Every day your memory grows dimmer - it doesn't haunt me like it did before.

Our tears fatten upon our memories of joy.

I sometimes wonder if our memories are a myth. We think we remember, but we are remembering the story and not the actual event?

We've outsourced our memories to digital devices, and the result is that we no longer trust our memories. We see every small forgotten thing as evidence that they're failing us.

She was the people's princess and that is how she will stay, how she will remain in our hearts and our memories for ever.

It's our memories that make us who we are. Without them, we're nothing. If that means we have to hurt sometimes, it's worth it.

There is nothing steadfast in life but our memories. We are sure of keeping intact only that which we have lost.

The names are the first things to go, after the breath has gone, and the beating of the heart. We keep our memories longer than our names.

In our memories the stories of our lives defy chronology, resist transcription: past ambushes present, and future hurries into history.

Our memories make us... even the darkest of them all.

Fortunately, when we have all our marbles, we can shift our memories very quickly.

Illiterate him, I say, quite from your memory.

Everybody dies, but great souls ressurects in our memories.

We can never found the soul, just as we can never wound God, but we become imprisoned by our memories, and that makes our lives wretched, even when we have everything we need in order to be happy.

We become imprisoned by our memories, and that makes our lives wretched.

We are so sorry to hear the sad news. He(She) will be Always in our thoughts, Forever in our prayers Eternally in our memories

We are the sum total of our memories. Memories are the most precious things we have. Good or bad. That's what make us who we are. What would we be without them?

May our memories of kindness be long and of offenses be short.

I don't think I've ever worked on a project [Paper Girls] that is this personal. We draw so much on our memories of growing and we're putting so much of our present day into it as well.

Health is a return to our memory of wholeness.

Our body is the place that our memories and dreams call home for the time being.

The devil! what beastly things our memories insist on cherishing!