Quotes about memories
memories love-is circles
Because love, love is never finished. It circles and circles, the memories out of order and not always complete. Sara Zarr
memories fear thinking
Forgetting isn't enough. You can paddle away from the memories and think they are gone. But they will keep floating back, again and again and agian. They circle you, like sharks. Until, unless, something, someone? Can do more than just cover the wound. Sara Zarr
memories peaches grew
Memories, even hard memories, grew soft like peaches as they grow older. Sarah Addison Allen
memories blow childhood
Don't you wish you could take a single childhood memory and blow it up into a bubble and live inside it forever? Sarah Addison Allen
memories war fighting
Turkey has its own interests and historically, Turkey conquered most of the Arab world, and the Arabs had to fight wars of liberation to free themselves from the Turks. That's in the past and that doesn't necessarily shape what is going on but it's there and it's there in people's memories. Samuel P. Huntington
memories prayer reflection
The sin that now rises to memory as your bosom sin, let this first of all be withstood and mastered. Oppose it instantly by a detestation of it, by a firm will to conquer it, by reflection, by reason, and by prayer. William Ellery Channing
memories believe august
Memory believes before knowing remembers. [Light in August] William Faulkner
memories flesh bones
Your illusions are a part of you like your bones and flesh and memory. William Faulkner
memories believe august
Memory believes before knowing remembers. Believes longer than recollects, longer than knowing even wonders. William Faulkner
memories long life-is
A nation's life is about as long as its reverential memory Whittaker Chambers
memories heart soul
A heart-memory is better than a mere head-memory. Better to carry away a little of the love of Christ in our souls, than if we were able to repeat every word of every sermon we ever heard. Saint Francis de Sales
memories
By and by never comes. Saint Augustine
memories lasts
Memory at last has what I sought. Wislawa Szymborska
memories looks mines
All is mine but nothing owned, nothing owned for memory, and mine only while I look. Wislawa Szymborska
memories selfish humble
Photographs put time into such a perspective. They humble us and our selfish memories. Wim Wenders
memories ifs
Memories can be everything if we choose to make them so. But you are right: you mustn't do that. That is for me, and I shall do it. William Trevor
memories men remember
You never know how much a man can't remember until he is called as a witness. Will Rogers
memories done good-things
When you put down the good things you ought to have done, and leave out the bad ones you did do well, that's Memoirs. Will Rogers
memories office voting
The short memories of the American voters is what keeps our politicians in office. Will Rogers
memories humorous names
I have a poor memory for names; but I seldom remember a face. W. C. Fields
memories independent mind
In certain favorable moods, memories -- what one has forgotten -- come to the top. Now if this is so, is it not possible -- I often wonder -- that things we have felt with great intensity have an existence independent of our minds; are in fact still in existence? And if so, will it not be possible, in time, that some device will be invented by which we can tap them? Virginia Woolf
memories people dancing
I love to dance, and sing - in the shower, not in public. Im too old to go raving, but my fondest memories are of that kind of thing - dancing, with lots of people, outside if possible. Zadie Smith
memories rocks cold
Like the dead-seeming, cold rocks, I have memories within that came out of the material that went to make me. Time and place have had their say. Zora Neale Hurston
memories long presidential
For more than half a century, during which kingdoms and empires have fallen, this Union has stood unshaken. The patriots who formed it have long since descended to the grave; yet still it remains, the proudest monument to their memory. . . Zachary Taylor
memories grief passion
Suddenly the full long wail of a ship's horn surged through the open window and flooded the dim room - a cry of boundless, dark, demanding grief; pitch-black and glabrous as a whale's back and burdened with all the passions of the tides, the memory of voyages beyond counting, the joys, the humiliations: the sea was screaming. Full of the glitter and the frenzy of night, the horn thundered in, conveying from the distant offing, from the dead center of the sea, a thirst for the dark nectar in the little room. Yukio Mishima
memories sadness home
I think the saddest moments in life have humor in them. I have a memory of coming home from a funeral with my family in the back of a limousine and someone cracking a joke and us just hysterically belly laughing. It's how we always dealt with tragedy in our lives and I think it's such a healthy way to deal with sadness. Zach Braff
memories drama school
I've been very physical my whole life. I went out hiking and camping for days in the Australian forest, and when I trained at drama school for three years, we did a whole lot on stage - fighting techniques. And I was a dancer from 5 to 18, so I have a memory for choreography. Yvonne Strahovski
memories tree today
Plant a memory, plant a tree, do it today for tomorrow. Yukihiro Matsumoto
memories endurance
Memory cannot exist without endurance of the things perceived, and the thing perceived cannot remain where it has never been. William Harvey
memories men mind
Those only deserve a monument who do not need one; that is, who have raised themselves a monument in the minds and memories of men. William Hazlitt
memories poor contempt
To be remembered after we are dead, is but poor recompense for being treated with contempt while we are living. William Hazlitt
memories records paper
When you have a paper based system, you are relying on your memory to a large extent about the patient. Now the paper records can have various kinds of ticklers. William Davis
memories thinking doors
That’s how Ptolemy imagined the disposition of his memories, his thoughts: they were still his, still in the range of his thinking, but they were, many and most of them, locked on the other side a closed door that he’s lost the key for. So his memory became like secrets held away from his own mind. But these secrets were noisy things; they babbled and muttered behind the door, and so if he listened closely he might catch a snatch of something he once knew well. Walter Mosley