Quotes about memories
memories inspiration losing
Our moments of inspiration are not lost though we have no particular poem to show for them; for those experiences have left an indelible impression, and we are ever and anon reminded of them. Henry David Thoreau
memories skeletons knives
A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife. Matsuo Basho
memories smell hair
The sense of smell is the hair-trigger of memory. Mary Stewart
memories men yield
January. It was all things. And it was one thing, like a solid door. Its cold sealed the city in a gray capsule. January was moments, and January was a year. January rained the moments down, and froze them in her memory: [...]Every human action seemed to yield a magic. January was a two-faced month, jangling like jester's bells, crackling like snow crust, pure as any beginning, grim as an old man, mysteriously familiar yet unknown, like a word one can almost but not quite define. Patricia Highsmith
memories college years
During my last year of college I wrote the same ten pages over and over again. Those ten pages became the first few pages of my first novel. I can still recite the opening paragraph from memory - only now I cringe when I do it because they are - surprise! - a classic example of overwriting, in addition to being a more than a little pretentious. Patricia Briggs
memories writing liberty
If you could have a famous writer, dead or alive, write an obituary for you and really puff you up to have been something you weren’t, perhaps, or otherwise take liberties with your memory, what writer would you choose? Padgett Powell
memories eye kissing
Each in the most hidden sack kept the lost jewels of memory, intense love, secret nights and permanent kisses, the fragment of public or private happiness. A few, the wolves, collected thighs, other men loved the dawn scratching mountain ranges or ice floes, locomotives, numbers. For me happiness was to share singing, praising, cursing, crying with a thousand eyes. I ask forgiveness for my bad ways: my life had no use on earth. Pablo Neruda
memories plato men
No trace of slavery ought to mix with the studies of the freeborn man. No study, pursued under compulsion, remains rooted in the memory. Plato
memories character discovery
... for this discovery of yours will create forgetfulness in the learners' souls, because they will not use their memories; they will trust to the external written characters and not remember of themselves. Plato
memories reality wings
Only a philosopher's mind grows wings, since its memory always keeps it as close as possible to those realities by being close to which the gods are divine. Plato
memories chance
Any memory for the most part depending on chance. Philip Larkin
memories childhood remember
I have a painter's memory. I can remember things from my childhood which were so powerfully imprinted on me, the whole scene comes back. Paula Fox
memories real heart
I've worked hard to remember it...The problem is I'm not sure what's real memory and what's my brain filling in details, like a guy whose heart stops and he thinks he sees a bright light. Except I'm sure of my bright light. Phil Klay
memories play giving
There are a lot of memories we imagine. We play them over and over in our minds, trying to orchestrate our movements and words to perfection. Or maybe it's just that I've lived inside of my head more than any other person in the history of the world. Maybe none of us can really predict how we will act at any give moment. Maybe we're all at the mercy of circumstance in spite of our well-laid plans. Mary E. Pearson
memories snakes brain
My memory is coming back. It is curious how it comes. Each day, a rush of pieces, loosely connected, unimportant bits, snake through me. They click, click, click into my brain, like links being snapped together. And then they are done. A small chain of memories that fill in one tiny part of my life. They come out of nowhere, and most are not important. Mary E. Pearson
memories fear connections
It's the unknown that I fear, the bites of memories that still have no connections. Mary E. Pearson
memories who-i-am childhood
My childhood was never great. We moved from place to place a lot. There were times when we had no definite place to stay. So, a basic level of security was not always there. Therefore, when you finally make it out, and you become who I am, you're humbled by the memories of those situations. LeBron James
memories night eden
Africa has a genious for extremes, for the beginning and the end. It seems simultaneously connected to some memory of Eden and to some foretaste of apocalypse. Nowhere is day more vivid or night darker. Nowhere are forests more luxuriant. Nowhere is there a continent more miserable Lance Morrow
memories worst-moments joy
The worst moment of one's life could be seared into the memory, brighter than any joy. Laini Taylor
memories mean events
It's strange how memory gets twisted and pulled like taffy in its retelling, how a single event can mean something different to everyone present. Lisa Unger
memories dark past
Chevy Stevens is in top form. ALWAYS WATCHING is a tense and twisty exploration of dark memories, hidden pasts, and a place that seems like heaven but might be hell. This is a deep and exciting novel, as unsettling as it is gripping. Lisa Unger
memories father records
I have a lot of memories, but I don't go into capitalizing on that. Something's got to be my own. I'm not doing the record to sit here and broadcast my memories of my father. Lisa Marie Presley
memories black-and-white rocks
I like Jailhouse Rock and Love Me Tender. The black-and-white films. With music, I tend more toward the '70s stuff because I was at the shows for those, so they bring back memories. Lisa Marie Presley
memories feelings needs
What did you do with memories, feelings, needs, that didn’t belong anywhere? Lisa Kleypas
memories holiday home
Over the years I’ve collected a thousand memories of you, every glimpse, every word you’ve ever said to me. All those visits to your family’s home, those dinners and holidays—I could hardly wait to walk through the front door and see you.” The corners of his mouth quirked with reminiscent amusement. “You, in the middle of that brash, bull-headed lot…I love watching you deal with your family. You’ve always been everything I thought a woman should be. And I have wanted you every second of my life since we first met. Lisa Kleypas
memories stress sadness
Thank God I never hooked on anything. I never had a monkey on my back. I just wanted to self-medicate, to numb myself through liquor. It's how I dealt with life, reality, stress, change, sadness, memories. The list goes on. I was really trying to feel nothing. Johnny Depp
memories past
The past is more than a memory. John Trudell
memories believe reality
When we try in good faith to believe in materialism, in the exclusive reality of the physical, we are asking our selves to step aside; we are disavowing the very realm where we exist and where all things precious are kept - the realm of emotion and conscience, of memory and intention and sensation. John Updike
memories joy tears
Our tears fatten upon our memories of joy. John Updike
memories lenses old-memories
In memory's telephoto lens, far objects are magnified. John Updike
memories people lovely
It is easy to love people in memory; the hard thing is to love them when they are there in front of you. John Updike
memories drama drinking
Life is like an overlong drama through which we sit being nagged by the vague memories of having read the reviews. John Updike
memories father teaching
My father never permitted anything which I learnt to degenerate into a mere exercise of memory. He strove to make the understanding not only go along with every step of the teaching but...precede it. John Stuart Mill