My fondest memories are generally the day after Thanksgiving. I get the total decorating Christmas itch.
My first memories of religion were being taken to Episcopal church. My father was Catholic, but my mother, I believe, was Episcopal. So I sort of veered off into the watered-down version of Catholicis...
(pl. ) of Memory
People used to say my son looked like a Mexican Biggie. And when he was first born, memories of Biggie... you know, we didn't always have the greatest days. For at least half the length of our marriag...
Ideas come from ordinary, everyday life. And from imagination. And from feelings. And from memories. Memories of dust in my sneakers and humming whitewalls down a hill called Monkey.
Human memory is a marvelous but fallacious instrument. The memories which lie within us are not carved in stone; not only do they tend to become erased as the years go by, but often they change, or ev...
I was assailed by memories of a life that wasn't mine anymore, but one in which I'd found the simplest and most lasting joys: the smells of summer, the part of town I loved, a certain evening sky, Mar...
In art, either as creators or participators, we are helped to remember some of the glorious things we have forgotten, and some of the terrible things we were asked to endure...
Photos’re better than nothing, but things’re better than photos ’cause the things themselves were part of what was there.
There's something about a place you've been with someone you love. It takes on a meaning in your mind. It becomes more than a place. It becomes a distillation of what you felt for each other. The mome...
Who can ever affirm, or deny that the houses which have sheltered us as children, or as adults, and our predecessors too, do not have embedded in their walls, one with the dust and cobwebs, one with t...
Memories have huge staying power, but like dreams, they thrive in the dark, surviving for decades in the deep waters of our minds like shipwrecks on the sea bed.
The journey to self discovery forges many paths, the footprints left behind are the memories of what was and the belief of what is.~bns
who gets the rare opportunity of spotting a treasure of memories lying among masses, stepping back to stroke it with a secret smile as your mind wanders back to those sleepless yet ecstatic nights you...
For me, at least, fiction is the only way i can even begin to twist my lying memories into something true.
Your brain activates a magnificent system to store memories as reference points for you to learn from... not to create a past for you to be stuck in.
Take me back into the time when I lost track of time!
Memories are like Diamonds. They are precious and and wonderful things. Cherish each one.
Whether you need to remember the past or not, It changes nothing but gives the best choice for the future that makes You always to remember your past.
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...
The only reality is the now. Why live in the tomorrows and the yesterdays? Live now.
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