What was our life like? I almost don't remember now. Though I remember , the space of time it occupied. And I remember it fondly.
What is it that you contain? The dead, time, light patterns of millenia opening in your gut. What is salted up in the memory of you? Memory past and memory future.
(pl. ) of Memory
I'd forgotten about it, and now I forgot it again. There are things that have to be forgotten if you want to go on living.
I don't know where to start, one [writing student] will wail. Start with your childhood, I tell them. Plug your nose and jump in, and write down all your memories as truthfully as you can. Flannery O'...
Bouncing on beds, I remember from childhood, is a great depression reliever.
Sometimes, I tell my wife I have to take a car trip and collect new memories - I like to drive around at absolute random for weeks on end through the United States and parts of Canada. Or else I feel...
I have a lot of objects in my space, little things, reminders, memories.
You have ordinary moments and ordinary moments and more ordinary moments, and then, suddenly, there is something monumental right there. You have the past and future colliding in the present, your own...
Take me back into the time when I lost track of time!
I take a picture, but it's not about who is in the picture or the background of it. It's about the memories and meanings it holds.
Writing is turning one's worst moments into money.
Let us measure time not by moments but by memories.
If dreams are like movies, then memories are films about ghosts.
It's just that...without the memories, it's all meaningless.
From my earliest memories, I loved the farm. My grandfather was a charter subscriber to Rodale's Organic Gardening and Farming Magazine and had a huge, well kept garden with an octagonal chicken house...
I will go back to riding one day - when I have kids. I have such amazing childhood memories of being on horseback.
As a father, you want the best for your son, quite obviously. You want to create the best memories for your son.
Songs can be like photos - they hold a memory, a moment, and thoughts that keep you warm inside.
Every summer, like the roses, childhood returns.
When I was younger, I was told that there is too much inside me. That I have feelings where others have bone. At the age of seven, a doctor tapped inside my head and asked, "Do you choke on memories f...