Famous Quotes & Sayings

Noah Feldman

Marriage is the most obvious public practice about which information is readily available. When combined with the traditional Jewish concern for continuity and self-preservation - itself only intensified by the memory of the Holocaust - marriage becomes the sine qua non of social membership in the modern Orthodox community.

Noam Chomsky

Some may remember, if you have good memories, that there used to be a concept in Anglo-American law called a presumption of innocence, innocent until proven guilty in a court of law. Now that's so deep in history that there's no point even bringing it up, but it did once exist.

Joe Sakic

I'm leaving the game of hockey with nothing but great memories.

Joe McNally

To me, pictures are about memory.

Joe Murray

I still have a vivid memory of my excitement when I first saw a chart of the periodic table of elements.

Jodi Picoult

Memory is like plaster: peel it back and you just might find a completely different picture.

Jodi Picoult

When it comes to memories, the good and the bad never balance.

Jodi Picoult

Memories are like a still life painted by ten different student artists: some will be blue-based; others red; some will be as stark as Picasso and others as rich as Rembrandt; some will be foreshortened and others distant. Recollections are in the eye of the beholder; no two held up side by side will ever quite match.

Jodi Picoult

I have only known her for two years. But if you took every memory, every moment, if you stretched them end to end-they'd reach forever.

Jodi Picoult

See, as much as you want to hold on to the bitter sore memory that someone has left this world, you are still in it

Jodi Picoult

Each memory is like a paper flower stowed up a magician's sleeve: invisible one moment and then so substantial and florid the next I cannot imagine how it stayed hidden all this time. And like those paper flowers, once they've been let loose in the world, the memories are impossible to tuck away again.

Jodi Picoult

There was no easy switch that she could flip to stem the flow of feelings, no way to drain the memories that pooled like acid in her stomach because her heart no longer knew what to do with them.

Jodi Picoult

Memories aren't stored in the heart or the head or even the soul, if you ask me, but in the spaces between any given two people.

Jodi Picoult

Why do some memories bleed out of nowhere and others stay locked behind doors?

Jodi Picoult

it it strange, suddenly having a memory come back out of nowhere. you think you're going crazy; you wonder where this recollection has been hiding all your life. you try to push it away, because you think you've hammered out the whole timeline of your life, but then you see that one extra moment, and suddendly you are breaking apart what you though was a solid segment, and seeing it for what it is: just a string of events, shoulder to shoulder, and a gap where there is room for one more.

Jodi Picoult

If you ask me, music is the language of memory

Jodi Picoult

History could hover, like a faint perfume or a memory stamped on the back of one's eyelids.

Jodi Picoult

Mistakes are like the memories you hide in an attic: old love letters from relationships that tanked, photos of dead relatives, toys from a childhood you miss. Out of sight is out of mind, but somewhere deep inside you know they still exist. And you also know that you're avoiding them.

Jodi Picoult

For better or for worse, music is the language of memory. It is also the language of love.

John Gray

Love brings up our unresolved feelings . One day we are feeling loved , and the next day we are suddenly afraid to trust love . The painful memories of being rejected begin to surface when we are faced with trusting and accepting our partner's love .

John Green

My head was level with hers as we stared at each other from opposite sides of the glass. I don't remember how it ended - if I went to bed or she did. In my memory, it doesn't end. We just stay there, looking at each other, forever.

John Green

You'll live forever in our hearts, big man. That particularly galled me, because it implied the immortality of those left behind: You will live forever in my memory, because I will live forever! I AM YOUR GOD NOW, DEAD BOY! I OWN YOU!

John Green

The dead are visible only in the terrible lidless eye of memory.

John Green

What I love about the sculpture is that it makes the bones that we are always walking and playing on manifest, like in a world that so often denies the reality of death and the reality that we are surrounded by and outnumbered by the dead. Here, is a very playful way of acknowledging that and acknowledging that and that always, whenever we play, whenever we live, we are living in both literal and metaphorical ways on the memory and bones of the dead.

John Green

memories fall apart too.

John Green

Nostalgia is inevitably a yearning for a past that never existed and when I'm writing, there are no bees to sting me out of my sentimentality. For me at least, fiction is the only way I can even begin to twist my lying memories into something true.

John Green

And on the last day, the bad days become so difficult to recall, because one way or another, she had made a life here, just as I had. The town was paper, but the memories were not. All the things I’d done here, all the love and pity and compassion and violence and spite, kept welling up inside me.

John Green

I kept it for myself like a keepsake, as if sharing the memory might lead to its dissipation.

John Green

The dead are visible only in the terrible lidless eye of memory. The living, thank heaven, retain the ability to surprise and to disappoint. - Van Houten

Patton Oswalt

I want to experience as many different tastes, sights, emotions, conflicts, and cultures as possible, so that I can expand the canvas of my memory and enrich my comedy.

Patti Smith

I have vague memories, like impressions on glass plates ...

P. T. Barnum

There is no class of people in the world, who have such good memories as creditors.

P. D. James

to look back on one's life is to experience the capriciousness of memory. ... the past is not static. It can be relived only in memory, and memory is a device for forgetting as well as remembering. It, too, is not immutable. It rediscovers, reinvents, reorganizes. Like a passage of prose it can be revised and repunctuated. To that extent, every autobiography is a work of fiction and every work of fiction an autobiography.