I have the best memories as a kid eating ice cream. It was a family tradition that I had with my father. It was nice.
A society is defined as much by how it comes to terms with its past as by its attitude toward the future: its memories are no less revealing than its aims.
(pl. ) of Memory
I walked in the dark forest at night...I couldn't see much further in the dark ,I heard the sound of the past, ..Memories Went back clear to me and Fear started hunting me, ..No Way To Escape , No Way...
No matter what happens i choose to value the memories of the good times, grow from the lessons of the bad times because i don't regret a single moment of it, every detail made me who i am.
I have never been good at saying goodbyes to people. What else can they offer rather than a reciprocal desolation?
Take me back into the time when I lost track of time!
When nothing else subsists from the past, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered...the smell and taste of things remain poised a long time, like souls...bearing resilient...
I am hopelessly in love with a memory. An echo from another time, another place.
I thought I would marry my boyfriend and grow old and sick of him. I thought I would keep my friends, and we'd make different, new memories. None of that happened. Better things happened. Then why am...
Memories are of the ethereal, and not the material world, that is how I know I am forever.
The poetry of a people comes from the deep recesses of the unconscious, the irrational and the collective body of our ancestral memories.
Your childhood, said Yackle coaxingly, as if she could smell his thoughts. As if she could sniff out those passages he hadn't chosen to retail at drink parties. Her words lulled him. The past, even a...
The mind is like an object that picks up dust. The object doesn’t know, any more than the mind does, why what clings to it clings.
Tell the story, gather the events, repeat them. Pattern is a matter of upkeep. Otherwise the weave relaxes back to threads picked up by birds to make their nests. Repeat, or the story will fall and al...
Photos’re better than nothing, but things’re better than photos ’cause the things themselves were part of what was there.
But she knew that no matter what beauty lay behind, it must remain there. No one could go forward with a load of aching memories.
My mom is awesome. She's really young. My mom is 40, and she raised me listening to Nirvana and Courtney Love and Coldplay, Gin Blossoms, The Cranberries, and stuff. Like, my early, early memories are...
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.
I want to be known as A.J. Styles, the WWE Superstar that he is, and have amazing matches, make memories - I think that's the goal.
Probably the earliest memories for me would be going to restaurants with my family.