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#1. Take your records take your freedom, Take your memories I don't need 'em, Take your space and all your reasons, But you'll think of me. #Quote by Keith Urban
#2. There have been times when only a hair's-breadth has intervened betwixt myself and the seething devil-ridden world of madness; for the hideous knowledge, the horror- blackened memories which I have carried so long, were never meant to be borne by the human intellect. #Quote by Clark Ashton Smith
#3. If the will, which in the law of our nature, were withdrawn from our memory, fancy, understanding, and reason, no other hell could equal, for a spiritual being, what we should then feel from the anarchy of our powers. It would be conscious madness,
a horrid thought! #Quote by John Milton
#4. As a scar commemorates what happened, so is memory but itself a scar. #Quote by Carl Phillips
#5. Whenever I think of the past, it brings back so many memories. #Quote by Steven Wright
#6. March 22, 2014
I have found the truth in the lies I told myself. I thought I could run from this woman, but she continues to chase me. In my mind, my heart, she's always there. An entire bottle of whiskey can't drown out her voice. I wake up each morning hoping it will finally be the day that I get over her. But then night falls and memories of her begin to torture me until sleep is no longer an option. Each night I fall into this abyss of nothingness, feeling only the emptiness of not having her beside me.
I have found the truth in the lies I told myself. I slept with another woman, all the while wishing it was her and I still went through with it.
What a fool I was. I still long to feel the satisfaction I was supposed to have felt that night. I still long to feel the freedom I'd hoped to gain from seeking refuge in the arms of another woman. But I'll never be free of her. It will take an eternity to break out of these shackles.
For one month, ONE month I couldn't keep my dick in my pants and yet for two years I haven't even so much as looked at another woman. I've remained completely faithful to a memory. Devoted to her smile.
Committed to her ever-changing green eyes. I have read through the past entries in this journal and I noticed that I have never used her name. As if inking it would somehow solidify the feelings I think I've always felt.
I have found the truth in the lies I told myself. I do love her.
Lo #Quote by Jacqueline Francis - The Journal
#7. working slowly, destroying the mind, stealing a lifetime of memories, and robbing a person's dignity and identity, in the end leaving them silent. #Quote by Cindy Reynes
#8. Gratitude is the moral memory of mankind. #Quote by Georg Simmel
#9. To read 'Happy Talk' is to crash a party as vivid and surreal as Felini's 8. It's the business of show business, the American dream, told by a chorus of Americans locked just outside of that dream, outside of the United States, relegated to expatriate status on the shores of Haiti. Melo paints a version of Haiti that's an interior landscape perhaps even more than an externalized place. This Haiti is a plan, a memory, a morphine-drip fueled dream out to bond its inhabitants forever. #Quote by Monica Drake
#10. Friends can create our most cherished memories. #Quote by Fennel Hudson
#11. The Missouri of his childhood was theoretically the inspiration for Main Street, U.S.A., though only in its halcyon summer vacation months and stripped of any dismal memories: no blizzards, no doctor's office, and no school-house. Almost no one has a dismal experience in Walt Disney's America, as a matter of fact, at least not that Walt noticed. #Quote by Eve Zibart
#12. I just wish the memories would fade. I wish the songs wouldn't bring tears. And, I wish that his name would stop making my heart tremble. I want to forget. I need to forget. I deserve to forget. I have to forget. #Quote by Melissa Brown
#13. Thanks for the memory Of lingerie with lace, Pilsner by the case And how I jumped the day you trumped my one-and-only ace How lovely it was! #Quote by Leo Robin
#14. Honesty can be a dirty gift. It can muddy a sparkling stream of memories. #Quote by Colin Cotterill
#15. It seems to me that being psycho-analysed is essentially a process where one is forced back into infantilism and then rescued from it by crystallising what one learns into a sort of intellectual primitivism-one is forced back into myth, and folk lore and everything that belongs to the savage or undeveloped stages of society. For if I say to you: I recognise in that dream,such and such a myth; or in that emotion about my father, that folk-tale; or the atmosphere of that memory is the same as an English ballad-then you smile, you are satisfied. As far as you are concerned, I've gone beyond the childish, I've transmuted it and saved it, by embodying it in myth. But in fact all I do, or you do, is to fish among the childish memories. of an individual, and merge them with the art or ideas that belong to the childhood of a people. #Quote by Doris Lessing
#16. They say that Hope is happiness But genuine Love must prize the past; And Mem'ry wakes the thoughts that bless: They rose first
they set the last. And all that mem'ry loves the most Was once our only hope to be: And all that hope adored and lost Hath melted into memory. Alas! It is delusion all
The future cheats us from afar: Nor can we be what we recall, Nor dare we think on what we are. #Quote by Lord Byron
#17. It wasn't the sort of kiss I'd had with him before, hungry, wanting, desperate. It wasn't the sort of kiss I'd had with anyone before. This kiss was so soft that it was like a memory of a kiss, so careful on my lips that it was like someone running his fingers along them. #Quote by Maggie Stiefvater
#18. To an artist, a picture is both a sum of ideas and a blurry memory of 'pushing paint,' breathing fumes, dripping oils and wiping brushes, smearing and diluting and mixing. #Quote by James Elkins
#19. Some things don't last forever, but some things do. Like a good song, or a good book, or a good memory you can take out and unfold in your darkest times, pressing down on the corners and peering in close, hoping you still recognize the person you see there. #Quote by Sarah Dessen
#20. The greatest memory for me of the 1984 Olympics was not the individual honors, but standing on the podium with my teammates to receive our team gold medal. #Quote by Mitch Gaylord
#21. Whereas if I want to create a prostitute character now from memories of different prostitutes and inventing stuff, I can say, "this could happen," "this is quite plausible." But I don't feel I know enough about border life to do the latter. #Quote by William T. Vollmann
#22. Memories
fall
like
snowflakes
upon
my dreams.
The snowflakes
toss and tumble,
each different
and yet
the same. #Quote by Lisa Schroeder
#23. Shapes began to appear in the mist as it thickened. Clary saw herself and Simon as children, holding hands, crossing a street in Brooklyn,; she had barrettes in her hair and Simon was adorably rumpled, his glasses sliding off his nose. There they were again, throwing snowballs in Prospect Park; and at Luke's farmhouse, tanned from summer, hanging upside down from tree branches. She saw them in Java Jones, listening to Eric's terrible poetry, and on the back of a flying motorcycle as it crashed into a parking lot, with Jace there, looking at them, his eyes squinted against the sun. And there was Simon with Isabelle, his hands curved around her face, kissing her, and she could see Isabelle as Simon saw her: fragile and strong, and so, so beautiful. And there was Valentine's ship, Simon kneeling on Jace, blood on his mouth and shirt, and blood at Jace's throat, and there was the cell in Idris, and Hodge's weathered face, and Simon and Clary again, Clary etching the Mark of Cain onto his forehead. Maureen, and her blood on the floor, and her little pink hat, and the rooftop in Manhattan where Lilith had raised Sebastian, and Clary was passing him a gold ring across a table, and an Angel was rising out of a lake before him and he was kissing Isabelle... #Quote by Cassandra Clare
#24. Human memory works its own wheel, and stops where it will, entirely without reference to the last stop, and with no connection with the next. #Quote by William, Saroyan
#25. It's easy to forget all of the bad memories once you've found Mr. Right." Her eyes got that look, and her smile faltered. I cringed. She was thinking of him again. "Then, when you lose him, you still remember the good. And you look for it everywhere, but you can't find it. #Quote by Amy Noelle
#26. Children's lives are fiendishly hard. Adults, having survived childhood, turn their minds to the future, and if they have a choice, generally retain only the rosiest of childhood memories. #Quote by Gregory MacGuire
#27. This is taking [photos] from everybody - the entire collective memory of what the Earth looks like - and linking all of that together. #Quote by Blaise Aguera Y Arcas
#28. There are so many wonders awaiting us. If we can upload memories, then we might be able to combat Alzheimers, as well as create a brain-net of memories and emotions to replace the internet, which would revolutionize entertainment, the economy, and our way of life. Maybe even to help us live forever, and send consciousness into outer space. #Quote by Michio Kaku
#29. I never get hung up on the past - the memories are too negative. #Quote by Brigitte Bardot
#30. My childhood was great, honestly. I have all these incredible memories of my childhood. I was an only child. I always had all my cousins around. I had my grandparents around. I had my parents around. I had my uncles around - whatever. #Quote by Action Bronson
#31. My earliest memories as a kid was I would always try to make my mom and my stepdad laugh at dinner. Or make my friends laugh in class. And, I don't know, it's something I just really enjoy doing. #Quote by Justin Timberlake
#32. The best things in life come in threes, like friends, dreams, and memories. #Quote by Mencius
#33. All our memories aren't bad, are they, Dorie? #Quote by Cara Marsi
#34. It seemed like most of the memories faded before they had time to form. And after a while, my life with my father seemed like a familiar story or a distant dream. #Quote by Kara Swisher
#35. Aerric took another sip of his whiskey as his manservant left the room. His thoughts had distracted him from the truth of the moment…. His mate, his love, and how she had betrayed him. He wasn't sure if he could find his way back, no matter how much he loved her. Aerric waved his hand and the fire in the hearth died out. He sat in his pitch-black office, hoping the memories of her and their love would become like the room… perfect darkness. #Quote by Brynn Myers
#36. It is our duty to keep the memory of our heroes green. Yet they belong to the whole country; they belong to America. #Quote by Jefferson Davis
#37. Maybe that's what happens with age, I thought. All your life you force yourself to forget people who have hurt you, but as you get older and weaker their memory surfaces again, like a bubble in the water. You have to surrender, because you feel to tired to fight it and push it down again. And maybe, unexpectedly, you find out that instead, of revamping your anger, those memories produce an unexpected sweetness. #Quote by Francesca Marciano
#38. I don't know what you're going through life doing if you're not really trying to collect some really great memories. #Quote by Channing Tatum
#39. No matter how much you love someone sometimes it is better to totally disassociate yourself from them for peace of mind. Delete all memories of them no matter how hard it is to do so, to leave no reminders of them floating around, in order to make it easier to get over that person. As much as you want to run to that person grab them and tell them how much you still want them in your life whether it's friendship or otherwise it is best to see if that person still wants you in their life. After you have gotten rid of all memories, all associations, all communications if that person happens to reappear then your friendship/relationship was a true one and should continue. If after you cut all ties and you never see that person again then you know you did the right thing by letting them go. Cause if they really wanted you in their life they would not allow you to let them go so easily to begin with. #Quote by Kenneth G. Ortiz
#40. It's just this: that there are places we all come from-deep-rooty-common places- that makes us who we are. And we disdain them or treat them lightly at our peril. We turn our backs on them at the risk of self-contempt. There is a sense in which we need to go home again-and can go home again. Not to recover home, no. But to sanctify memory. #Quote by Robert Fulghum
#41. What is Destiny?
Is it a doctrine formulated by aristocrats and philosophers arguing that there is some unseen driving force predicting the outcomes of every minuscule and life altering moment in one's life? Or is it the artistry illustrated by those under-qualifed and over-eager to give their future meaning and their ambitions hope?
Is it a declaration by those who refuse to accept that we are alone in this universe, spinning randomly through a matrix of accidental coincidences? Or is it the assumptions made by those who concede that there is a divine plan or pre-ordained path for each human being,regardless of their current station?
I think destiny is a bit of a tease....
It's syndical taunts and teases mock those naive enough to believe in its black jack dealing of inevitable futures. Its evolution from puppy dogs and ice cream to razor blades and broken mirrors characterizes the fickle nature of its sordid underbelly. Those relying on its decisive measures will fracture under its harsh rules. Those embracing the fact that life happens at a million miles a minute will flourish in its random grace.
Destiny has afforded me the most magical memories and unbelievably tragic experiences that have molded and shaped my life into what it is today...beautiful.
I fully accept the mirage that destiny promises and the reality it can produce. Without the invisible momentum carried with its sincere fabrication of coming attra #Quote by Ivan Rusilko
#42. The internet makes every online action memorable. Practice proper Netiquette for good memories. NetworkEtiquette.net #Quote by David Chiles
#43. What is memory but the repository of things doomed to be forgotten, so you must have History. You must have labor to invent History. Being faithful to all that happens to you of significance, recording days, dates, events, names, sights not relying merely upon memory which fades like a Polaroid print where you see the memory fading before your eyes like time itself retreating. #Quote by Joyce Carol Oates
#44. Telling a woman that you will be unable to climax unless you are looking at her in a mirror is, in my experience, an excellent way to ensure the only place you will ever see her again is in depressing memories. #Quote by Stephen Moles
#45. Aamir, recalling back to the idyllic days of his college youth, pictured himself once again sitting quietly on a familiar neighbourhood rooftop. He often enjoyed relaxing there, alone or with friends, while watching the colourful fluttering prayer flags on rooftop poles, especially in the warmth of an early evening breeze, as wispy clouds drifted against the jagged Himalayan backdrop. He has oft times wondered, ever since his childhood, if the prayers to the spirits of the dead, flying out from those slowly tattering rags, will ever really be answered. Perhaps it will be in another place, in another time, when we're living another life that we shall finally know. Aamir had calmly thought at the time. He was that sort of philosophical guy. #Quote by Andrew James Pritchard
#46. if only you could see yourself now,
you're settling back into a quiet autumn
and you've missed the smell of must, rain, and tobacco
kissed into the corners and couches
of the same house you share with seven others.
you miss the girl who used to sleep on your couch
who had the skull of the bird she is named after
tattooed across her arm.
you are glad you stopped drinking.
it's 2am and you're staying up far too late.
you have an interview for a job in the morning
that you will come to hate in 2 months.
you're not in love the way you expected.
some memories turned into broken drawers
that you chose to store all your knives in,
every time you open them, they always come spilling out towards you.
you miss having sex with people you also love.
precariousness is now the pillow you sleep upon,
and you no longer have such structured repeating romance.
you no longer have such a structured repeating life,
and I know it killed you that you knew it wasn't forever.
i know i can't stop you from panicking,
but it will all make sense.
you repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat
until you realized it was too early to build such a life based on repetition.
you're settling back into a quiet autumn,
and you're stone sober at 4am after a Friday night
while the world starts to makes a strange kind o #Quote by Brandon Speck
#47. I'm a circle incomplete. I'm a heart that barely beats. All the memories stay forever like tattoos. I'm a star without a sky. I'm hello with no goodbye. I'm the dreams we had that never will come true. That's me with no you. #Quote by Bowling For Soup
#48. This longing is my curse
and your burden
to carry till the end
One has to pay a price
for breaking something
and staying broken #Quote by Sakshi Narula
#49. For years, I have been harboring memories of my first major league game at a place named Ebbets Field in Brooklyn. #Quote by George Vecsey
#50. There is a proverbial ecstasy in the way we yearn for memories of bygone days! #Quote by Avijeet Das
#51. Time dissolves in summer anyway: days are long, weekends longer. Hours get all thin and watery when you are lost in the book you'd never otherwise have time to read. Senses are sharper - something about the moist air and bright light and fruit in season - and so memories stir and startle. #Quote by Nancy Gibbs
#52. Some people do not become thinkers simply because their memories are too good. #Quote by Friedrich Nietzsche
#53. One of the cruelest crimes of patriarchy has been to teach us to project our thoughts into a future that will never come (getting together our vitae and our five-year-plans) or focusing us back into a past that is only memories of a present, keeping us unaware of the locus of our power in the present moment and effectively imprisoning us in time. #Quote by Sonia Johnson
#54. It's so sad when the people you made the best memories with, become memories themselves #Quote by Hadir K. Gabr
#55. All great roads are paved with uncomfortable memories. #Quote by Amy Neftzger
#56. I'm sorry I don't remember."
He shrugs like it doesn't matter, but it does, and we both know it. "We'll make new memories. #Quote by Dan Krokos
#57. They left a trail of hopscotch behind them, Mellie always thinking of ways to make it harder. They'd be jumping along in the dust, barefoot, with licorice drops in their mouths, feeling as though they had run off with everything in that town that was worth having. #Quote by Marilynne Robinson
#58. I have so many just precious, fond memories that revolve around food, and that's why I have such a passion for it. #Quote by Kimberly Schlapman
#59. But if any man undertake to write a history, that has to be collected from materials gathered by observation and the reading of works not easy to be got in all places, nor written always in his own language, but many of them foreign and dispersed in other hands, for him, undoubtedly, it is in the first place and above all things most necessary, to reside in some city of good note, addicted to liberal arts, and populous; where he may have plenty of all sorts of books, and upon inquiry may hear and inform himself of such particulars as, having escaped the pens of writers, are more faithfully preserved in the memories of men, lest his work be deficient in many things, even those which it can least dispense with. #Quote by Plutarch
#60. I suddenly felt the weight lift off my shoulders as the whole world seemed wild and wonderful. I closed my eyes, holding my breath, trying to hold onto the moment. I wanted to forget that it wouldn't last forever. I wanted to forget that I couldn't be the wind. I wanted to forget that when the car stopped, I would be me and he would be him again. #Quote by Meara O'Hara
#61. We are piercing through the rumbling tumbling crowd and our arms are like the most precarious bridge, held together by that single, pulling clasp. I think, If she lets go, it's all over. If I let go, it's all over. And because she is holding on so tight, I hold on so tight. I am being jostled from all sides - I know there will be bruises tomorrow - but somehow this hand-hold is immune. Somehow we stay together. We are graced, and we are together, and the twoliness is trumping the loneliness and the doubt and the fear. We are making it through. Thank you, music. Damn you, memories. Thank you, present. #Quote by David Levithan
#62. i bring my kiasu friend to the airport
leavings are never easy, not for long
and though we both saw blur along the way
memories flooded present tensions.
in the curry of his life no lemak remained
so now the predictable exit signalled
the end of his roundings, his bombings–
he can bluff like hell, ma, he got style–
and left me thinking about home, my kampong. #Quote by Kirpal Singh
#63. In fact, sometimes when I look at something my memory does work. I remember the panel where Alex Toth told me, "Mike, if you really don't understand all that, you don't need to put it on there." #Quote by Mike Royer
#64. We would go in there with our parents once in a while for - actually go into Manhattan for dinner, weekends occasionally to a museum, but most of my memories of traveling into Manhattan was with the school trips and then later on as we got, you know, into high school, kind of on our own and with friends. #Quote by Scott Kelly
#65. The leave zipped right by. We were so terrifically glad to be back to our own little section of the trench, with all its happy memories, that we wouldn't have traded places with anybody.
The lazy bastard who'd filled in while we were away hadn't managed to nibble away so much as an inch of garden soil in the direction of Berlin.
We found out that Brugnon hadn't come back from leave. He'd hanged himself in the stairwell of his building, on rue des Gâtines. He left a note to say he couldn't take it any more and asked us to count him out. We accepted it… Who were we to judge? #Quote by Jacques Tardi
#66. When I am gone, release me, let me go. I have so many things to see and do, You mustn't tie yourself to me with too many tears, But be thankful we had so many good years. I gave you my love, and you can only guess How much you've given me in happiness. I thank you for the love that you have shown, But now it is time I travelled on alone. So grieve for me a while, if grieve you must, Then let your grief be comforted by trust. It is only for a while that we must part, So treasure the memories within your heart. #Quote by Robert Bryndza
#67. In contrast to ordinary memories both good and bad, which are mutable and dynamically changing over time, traumatic memories are fixed and static. They're imprints, engrams from past overwhelming experiences. Deep impressions carved into the sufferer's brain body and psyche. These harsh and frozen imprints do not yield to change, nor do they readily update with current information. The fixity of imprints prevents us from forming new strategies and extracting new meanings. There is no fresh ever-changing now, and no real flow in life. In this way, the past lives on in the present. #Quote by Peter A. Levine Ph.D.
#68. A scarf from her dress works free and floats behind her the way memories float behind the dead. #Quote by Milan Kundera
#69. Old age is as forgetful as youth, and more incorrigible; it displays the same inattentiveness to conditions; its memory becomes self-repeating and degenerates into an instinctive reaction, like a bird's chirp. #Quote by George Santayana
#70. Maybe forgiveness was giving the past less power to hurt me. Or even building new memories that were stronger than the painful ones. #Quote by Courtney C. Stevens
#71. Memory has always been fundamental for me. In fact, remembering what I had forgotten is the way most of the poems get started. #Quote by Seamus Heaney
#72. Curious, sometimes, how one's thoughts seemed to swing in a kaleidoscope. It happened to me now. A bewildering shuffling and reshuffling of memories, of events. Then the mosaic settled into its true pattern. #Quote by Agatha Christie
#73. The threat today is not that of the 1930s. It's not big powers going to war with each other. The ravages which fundamentalist political ideology inflicted on the 20th century are memories. The Cold war is over. Europe is at peace, if not always diplomatically. #Quote by Tony Blair
#74. DAYS THAT I'LL REMEMBER is a lovingly assembled and beautifully written collection of conversations, observations, and memories of music, friendship, and days gone by. It's good to be back again with John Lennon, his beloved Yoko Ono, and his trusted chronicler and friend Jonathan Cott. #Quote by Martin Scorsese
#75. You eternals have long lives, but short memories. The changing people have short lives, but we do not forget. #Quote by Neil Gaiman
#76. The older I get, the more clearly I remember things that never happened. #Quote by Mark Twain
#77. It would take a while for me to realise that each of my children had given me as much as they took. My memories of them, bittersweet and constant, were as powerful as a physical presence. And because of that, as a bus bore me into the heart of a city I did not know, while my last child was dying in Lagos and the country was unraveling, I was not afraid because I was not alone. #Quote by Ayọ̀bámi Adébáyọ̀
#78. And overpowered by memory
Both men gave way to grief. Priam wept freely
For man - killing Hector, throbbing, crouching
Before Achilles' feet as Achilles wept himself,
Now for his father, now for Patroclus once again
And their sobbing rose and fell throughout the house. #Quote by Homer
#79. The neural basis for the self, as I see it, resides with the continuous reactivation of at least two sets of representations. One set concerns representations of key events in an individual's autobiography, on the basis of which a notion of identity can be reconstructed repeatedly, by partial activation in topologically organized sensory maps ...
In brief, the endless reactivation of updated images about our identity (a combination of memories of the past and of the planned future) constitutes a sizable part of the state of self as I understand it.
The second set of representations underlying the neural self consists of the primordial representations of an individual's body ... Of necessity, this encompasses background body states and emotional states. The collective representation of the body constitute the basis for a "concept" of self, much as a collection of representations of shape, size, color, texture, and taste can constitute the basis for the concept of orange. #Quote by Antonio R Damasio
#80. And time is a curious thing. Most of us only live for the time that lies right ahead of us. A few days, weeks, years. One of the most painful moments in a person's life probably comes with the insight that an age has been reached when there is more to look back on than ahead. And when time no longer lies ahead of one, other things have to be lived for. memories, perhaps. #Quote by Fredrik Backman
#81. My doctor says that, contrary to conventional wisdom, she doesn't believe our memories flag because of a drop in estrogen but because of how crowded it in the drawers of our minds. #Quote by Anna Quindlen
#82. •Memories are just a spark from the fire that you have in your heart from the love you have for the person you shared them with. A flash of warmth that comes with the knowledge that at that very moment life is perfect, a glimmer of hope that this happiness will last forever. #Quote by Stephen Skolnik
#83. Family was the people who protect you even when you don't give a damn about them. It was the shared blood, the common name, and the memories of a time long past. It was missing what could have been and what should have been, but keeping close what you had.
Family was the weak spot.
It was not a pillar of safety and protection. It was not a comfort and promise of something good. It was the anxiousness slipping through your veins and the worry that it might go away. It was holding on tight because when you let go, it might not come back.
Family was the bomb ready to blow - the one you didn't see coming until it was too late. It was blood on the ground and your heart in your throat. It was terrifying.
Sometimes family hurts.
Sometimes it was the familiarity seeping into a cold heart. Because you don't ever want to lose something that couldn't be replaced. Family shouldn't have been any of those things at all, but it still was.
Family was sacred. Something pure, something that should have been held close and protected at all costs. Something untouchable; something loved. #Quote by Bethany-Kris
#84. Most every day - if not every day - for the rest of your life, you will be reminded or think of this night. And I want to thank you in advance right now for the great memories it's going to be. #Quote by Bill Self
#85. Those bad memories are what help us live through the day, and make it to tomorrow #Quote by Erza
#86. There are loves that are each one the romance of a lifetime. Such a love must illumine the whole of a man's memories and light up all his years. It goes down time like lightning through the air. The length of it in hours is not to be measured. #Quote by Lord Dunsany
#87. The hurricane flooded me out of a lot of memorabilia, but it can't flood out the memories. #Quote by Tom Dempsey
#88. The memories we're fondest of are not always our own #Quote by Marty Rubin
#89. However like all little animals, it has to be nurtured and fed. It needs humour, interest, joy, love, compassion and a healthy bit of charity. It loves the unexpected and the unpredictable. It enjoys new challenges and experiences. Good wine makes it jump around a bit, good food makes it happy. Soft light make it dewy-eyed, happy memories light up its eyes. Good champagne is its preferred liquid. #Quote by Amos Van Der Merwe
#90. The most beautiful landscapes in the world, if they evoke no memory, if they bear no trace of a remarkable event, are uninteresting compared to historic landscapes. #Quote by Madame De Stael
#91. It makes me question how many of my memories might be stolen from someone else. #Quote by Megan McCafferty
#92. He sought a way to preserve the past. John Hershel was one of the founders of a new form of time travel ... a means to capture light and memories. He actually coined a word for it ... photography. When you think about it, photography is a form of time travel. This man is staring at us from across the centuries, a ghost preserved by light. #Quote by Anonymous
#93. Scars say a lot about a person, you know. What you've been through. What you defeated before it defeated you. Your fears. Memories. Strengths. Weaknesses. The things you love, the things you hope will never slip away. They tell a story... #Quote by Danielle Banas
#94. I have a bad memory for facts. #Quote by Stendhal
#95. 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. #Quote by Jodi Picoult
#96. The Western memory museum is now mostly a visual one. #Quote by Susan Sontag
#97. After two years' absence she finally returned to chilly Europe, a trifle weary, a trifle sad, disgusted by our banal entertainments, our shrunken landscapes, our impoverished lovemaking. Her soul had remained over there, among the gigantic, poisonous flowers. She missed the mystery of old temples and the ardor of a sky blazing with fever, sensuality and death. The better to relive all these magnificent, raging memories, she became a recluse, spending entire days lying about on tiger skins, playing with those pretty Nepalese knives 'which dissipate one's dreams'. #Quote by Octave Mirbeau
#98. Gone were the memories of her days spent with Quincy. The best thing Chanel could have ever done was shoot that nigga. The #Quote by Nako
#99. Psychologists say the best way to handle children at this stage of development is not to answer their questions directly but instead to tell them a story. As pediatrician Alan Greene explained, "After conversing with thousands of children, I've decided that what they really mean is, 'That's interesting to me. Let's talk about that together. Tell me more, please?' Questions are a child's way of expressing love and trust. They are a child's way of starting a conversation. So instead of simply insisting over and over again that the object of my son's attention is, in fact, an elephant, I might tell him about how, in India, elephants are symbols of good luck, or about how some say elephants have the best memories of all the animals. I might tell him about the time I saw an elephant spin a basketball on the tip of his trunk, or about how once there was an elephant named Horton who heard a Who. I might tell him that once upon a time, there was an elephant and four blind men; each man felt a different part of the elephant's body: the ears, the tail, the side, and the tusk . . . #Quote by Rachel Held Evans
#100. I've heard people in the Middle East tell me that the most inspiring thing for them as people struggling against dictatorship in the Middle East is the memory of the civil rights movement. #Quote by Peter Beinart
#101. Always take a picture for everywhere you go; if you don't, then all you just lost was the precious memories and moments #Quote by Inspiracreatiflife
#102. Not only had my brother disappeared, but
and bear with me here
a part of my very being had gone with him. Stories about us could, from them on, be told from only one perspective. Memories could be told but not shared. #Quote by John Corey Whaley
#103. Memories are like mulligatawny soup in a cheap restaurant. It is best not to stir them. #Quote by P.G. Wodehouse
#104. 'It would be great not to have to deal with any of this. When I found out, I wished Killian could have wiped my memories so I wouldn't have to know that all this shit exists. I was like, "Vampires can get rid of memories. What are you good for?" But it is what it is.' #Quote by Tara Lain
#105. Why do we as humans always tend to remember the worse things about people? We may know someone for many years, know them as vibrant and healthy, yet when they fall ill and pass away, we can only picture them at their sickest, as though they were born and lived their whole lives wearing a death mask. #Quote by K. Martin Beckner
#106. When a man rides a long time through wild regions he feels the desire for a city. Finally he comes to Isidora, a city where the buildings have spiral staircases encrusted with spiral seashells, where perfect telescopes and violins are made, where the foreigner hesitating between two women always encounters a third, where cockfights degenerate into bloody brawls among the bettors. He was thinking of all these things when he desired a city. Isidora, therefore, is the city of his dreams: with one difference. The dreamed-of city contained him as a young man; he arrives at Isidora in his old age. In the square there is the wall where the old men sit and watch the young go by; he is seated in a row with them. Desires are already memories. #Quote by Italo Calvino
#107. One of my pleasantest memories as a kid growing up in New Orleans was how a bunch of us kids, playing, would suddenly hear sounds. It was like a phenomenon, like the Aurora Borealis
maybe. The sounds of men playing would be so clear, but we wouldn't be sure where they were coming from. So we'd start trotting, start running
'It's this way! It's this way!'
And sometimes, after running for a while, you'd find you'd be nowhere near that music. But that music could come on you any time like that. The city was full of the sounds of music. #Quote by Danny Barker
#108. You are the architect of the memories that others will have about you. #Quote by Michael Hyatt
#109. Memory's vices are also its virtues, elements of a bridge across time that allows us to link the mind with the world. #Quote by Daniel Schacter
#110. The German deli was run by a distant cousin of Kaiser Wilhelm and the Great Neck Jews loved the place; they flocked to Kuch's. They said to one another, What a character he is, Otto, strictly old country, I'm telling you. Gus didn't think that Negroes would rush to shop in a store run by some retired slave owner, eager to share memories of fun times on the plantation, praising Massa's old-fashioned Mississippi charm. Jews were still chasing that absurd, wishful feather. Eventually, Jews would become like everybody else. They'd elevate small grievances; they'd cherish hurt feelings and ill treatment like they were signs of virtue. #Quote by Amy Bloom
#111. I have tried so hard to forget, but memory is a stubborn thing. Memories linger no matter what I do. They're there all the time – and worse. Even my dreams aren't safe. I have vicious nightmares, and they're real – too real – and suddenly I'm back there. I can't will them away, I can't squeeze them away, and the more I try the more they burrow in my head. I want to cut open my skull and dig my fingers into my brain and just pull them out. #Quote by James Morris
#112. FORBIDDEN
Pain without learning is forbidden,
waking up one day not knowing what to do,
being afraid of your memories.
It is forbidden not to smile at problems,
not to fight for what you want,
to abandon all because of fears,
not to realize your dreams.
It is forbidden not to show your love,
to be ashamed of your tears,
to not laugh with children,
to make someone else pay your debts, bad humor.
It is forbidden to forget your friends,
to not try to understand why they live far away,
to treat people as disposable,
to call them only when you need them.
It is forbidden to not be yourself in front of others,
pretending around people you don't care about,
trying to be funny just so you'll be remembered,
to forget about all the people who love you.
It is forbidden not to do things for yourself,
to be afraid of life and its commitments,
to not to live each day as if it were your last.
It forbidden to take someone out without having fun,
to forget their eyes, their laugh,
to not respect love even if it is past,
just because your paths have stopped crossing,
to forget your past and only live in the moment.
It is forbidden not to try to understand people,
to think that other's lives are worth more than yours,
to not know that each one of us has our own way and our own happiness.
It is f #Quote by Jose N Harris
#113. Despite this documentation for both traumatic amnesia and essentially accurate delayed recall, memory science is often presented as if it supports the view that traumatic amnesia is very unlikely or perhaps impossible and that a great many, perhaps a majority, maybe even all, recovered memories of abuse are false…Yet no research supports such an implication and a great deal of research supports the premise that forgetting sexual abuse is fairly common. and that recovered memories are sometimes essentially true. #Quote by Jennifer J. Freyd
#114. Thats the thing about memories, they can make you sad, even if they are good memories. You like thinking back to them; they're the greatest treasure we have, and yetis always makes you a little sad because something has irreversibly passed. #Quote by Nicolas Barreau
#115. Amnesia was a soldier's best friend, and luckily, it could be taught. Missing limbs still ache, but missing memories never do. #Quote by Alex London
#116. One of my great memories of John is from when we were having some argument. I was disagreeing and we were calling each other names. We let it settle for a second and then he lowered his glasses and he said: "It's only me." And then he put his glasses back on again. To me, that was John. Those were the moments when I actually saw him without the facade, the armor, which I loved as well, like anyone else. It was a beautiful suit of armor. But it was wonderful when he let the visor down and you'd just see the John Lennon that he was frightened to reveal to the world. #Quote by Paul McCartney
#117. I didn't mind what she called me, what anybody called me. But this was the room I had to live in. It was all I had in the way of a home. In it was everything that was mine, that had any association for me, any past, anything that took the place of a family. Not much: a few books, pictures, radio, chessmen, old letters, stuff like that. Nothing. Such as they were, they had all my memories. #Quote by Raymond Chandler
#118. Every one complains of a poor memory, no one of a weak judgment. #Quote by Francois De La Rochefoucauld
#119. When you don't have something anymore, you learn to live without it." That's what my dad told me that first night after he found me sleeping inside a closet underneath a pile of my mom's clothes. All the different smells of her were still there and the memories were alive even if she wasn't.
I looked up into his face and wondered why would I ever want to learn to live without her? That felt like she really would be gone forever, and I wanted to limp on the broken piece of me so I could feel her there all the time. #Quote by Alan Silberberg
#120. General Ivolgin, like all drunkards, was very emotional, and, like all drunkards who have sunk very low, he was much upset by memories of the happy past. #Quote by Fyodor Dostoyevsky
#121. The cold stars spun to the ancient rhythm, the august march of an everlasting symphony. They are old, the stars, and their memory is long. #Quote by Rick Yancey
#122. I want to be able to share the place I come from, just like I would share a piece of fresh Polish bread. #Quote by Sana Szewczyk
#123. For many, the recent disclosure of massive warrantless surveillance programs of all citizens by the Obama administration has brought back memories of George Orwell's '1984.' Another Orwell book seems more apt as the White House and its allies try to contain the scandal: 'Animal Farm.' #Quote by Jonathan Turley
#124. Yeah, I do. Sometimes I worry my memories will fade without them. #Quote by Heidi R. Kling
#125. Live with your memories and keep them as memories and that's great. Forget the bad times just remember the good ones and you know and hope tomorrow is a good day #Quote by Roger Meddows Taylor
#126. The sweet girl in Madrid... It probably wouldn't have worked. The divide was too wide. Memories are hungry, tesoro. You musn't feed them. I'd hate to think that a teenage fling might leave you alone for the rest of your life. #Quote by Ruta Sepetys
#127. Cinema builds memories; great films continue to exist in the spectator's mind. We are naturally capable of and prone to nostalgia. A spectator will reconstruct a film he or she has seen, years later, and may even change their original opinion. One critic, for example, once gave the finger to one of my films; later he wrote me to apologize. #Quote by Bruno Dumont
#128. It's going to be great. A lot of the players are coming. I wasn't here when they put (Jackson) up in the rafters. But to have him here as my number goes up, it brings back a lot of great memories. #Quote by Scottie Pippen
#129. It never dawned on us that life is unpredictable, that one day, one of us could suddenly cease to exist and what then? What would be the joy in having left so much unsaid? With what memories would we fill the empty silence? #Quote by Isabel Lopez
#130. I don't really think our greatest memories are always great while they're happening. #Quote by Carol Plum-Ucci
#131. To an old memory like mine the present days are but as a little water poured on the deep. #Quote by George Eliot
#132. Ownership shatters ecology. For the land to survive, for us to survive, it must cease to be property. It cannot continue to sustain us for much longer under the weight of such merciless use. We know this. We know the insatiable hunger for profit that drives that use and the dismpowerment that accommodates us. We don't yet know how to make it stop.
But where ecology meets culture there is another question. How do we hold in common not only the land, but all the fragile, tenacious rootedness of human beings to the ground of our histories, teh cultural residues of our daily work, the invidual and tribal longings for place? How do we abolish ownership of land and respect people's ties to it? How do we shift the weight of our times from the single-minded nationalist drive for a piece of territory and the increasingly barricaded self-interest of even the marginally privileged towards a rich and multilayered sense of collective heritage? I don't have the answer. But I know that only when we can hold each people's particular memories and connections with land as a common treasure can the knowledge of our place on it be restored. #Quote by Aurora Levins Morales
#133. I have woken up inside one of my own memories. I am really here, yet I know I am not. #Quote by Emily Barr
#134. Memory is corrupted and ruined by a crowd of memories. If I am going to have a true memory, there are a thousand things that must first be forgotten. Memory is not fully itself when it reaches only into the past. A memory that is not alive to the present does not remember the here and now, does not remember its true identity, is not memory at all. He who remembers nothing but facts and past events, and is never brought back into the present, is a victim of amnesia. #Quote by Thomas Merton
#135. Gossip is only the lack of a worthy memory. #Quote by Elbert Hubbard
#136. Keep the memories that make you smile. Stay connected to the people that make you better. Do the things that make you stronger. Let the rest go #Quote by Toni Sorenson
#137. Even the earliest silent readers recognized the striking change in their consciousness that took place as they immersed themselves in the pages of a book. The medieval bishop Isaac of Syria described how, whenever he read to himself, "as in a dream, I enter a state when my sense and thoughts are concentrated. Then, when with prolonging of this silence the turmoil of my memories is stilled in my heart, ceaseless waves of joy are sent me by inner thoughts, beyond expectation suddenly arising to delight my heart." Reading a book was a meditative act, but it didn't involve a clearing of the mind. It involved a filling, or replenishing, or the mind. Readers disengaged their attention from the outward flow of passing stimuli in order to engage it more deeply with an inward flow of words, ideas, and emotions. That was - and is - the essence of the unique mental process of deep reading. #Quote by Nicholas Carr
#138. I don't want to be here. I missed my dream world where everything was sunshine and smiles, away from whatever memories snarled on the out skirts of comprehension.
I want to forget ... just for a little longer. #Quote by Pepper Winters
#139. If to be venerated for benevolence, if to be admired for talents, if to be esteemed for patriotism, if to be beloved for philanthropy, can gratify the human mind, you must have the pleasing consolation to know that you have not lived in vain. And I flatter myself that it will not be ranked among the least grateful occurrences of your life to be assured that, so long as I retain my memory, you will be thought on with respect, veneration, and affection by your sincere friend. #Quote by George Washington
#140. For Dad. I miss you. Feel no guilt in laughter, he'd know how much you care. Feel no sorrow in a smile that he is not here to share. You cannot grieve forever; he would not want you to. He'd hope that you could carry on the way you always do. So, talk about the good times and the way you showed you cared, The days you spent together, all the happiness you shared. Let memories surround you, a word someone may say Will suddenly recapture a time, an hour, a day, That brings him back as clearly as though he were still here, And fills you with the feeling that he is always near. For if you keep those moments, you will never be apart And he will live forever locked safely within your heart. --Unknown #Quote by Heather McCoubrey
#141. The memories of the day played in his mind, but this time, his thoughts were of his daughter and the way she'd clung to Katie, her little face buried in Katie's neck.
The last time he'd seen that, he reflected, was when Carly had been alive. #Quote by Nicholas Sparks
#142. I bored myself to tears with the daytime television drama of confrontation (I've been wronged!). I winced at sluggish morning half-memories of wearing wrongness like a lampshade on my head (I'm mentally ill!). #Quote by Merri Lisa Johnson
#143. The problem with memory is that is changes whatever it touches. It is never that accurate. As a result, I end up modifying and revising my own experiences. It's myth making. #Quote by Li-Young Lee
#144. At times throughout the night, they seemed to turn from real, living people into mere photographs of people, and then from photographs into memories, which are like photographs, and finally, as the ground blurred beneath them, whatever parts of them that could be seen from afar seemed to float like ghosts in the rippling air as they went about their work. #Quote by Josh Ritter
#145. Or I can stay with Colby when he comes back," she added deliberately. She even smiled. "He'll take care of me."
His black eyes narrowed. "He can barely take care of himself," he said flatly. "He's a lost soul. He can't escape the past or face the future without Maureen. He isn't ready for a relationship with anyone else, even if he thinks he is"
She didn't rise to the bait. "I can count on Colby. He'll help me if I need it."
He looked frustrated. "But you won't let me help you."
"Colby isn't involved with anyone who'd be jealous of the time he spent looking out for me. That's the difference."
He let out an angry breath and his eyes began to glitter. "You have to beat the subject to death, I guess."
She managed to look indifferent. "You have your own life to live, Tate. I'm not part of it anymore. You've made that quite clear."
His teeth clenched. "Is it really that easy for you to throw the past away?" he asked.
"That's what you want," she reminded him. There was a perverse pleasure in watching his eyes narrow. "You said you'd never forget or forgive me," she added evenly. "I took you at your word. I'll always have fond memories of you and Leta. But I'm a grown woman. I have a career, a future. I've dragged you down financially for years, without knowing it. Now that I do…"
"For God's sake!" he burst out, rising to pace with his hands clenched in his pockets. "I could have sent you to Harvard if you'd wanted to go there, and never #Quote by Diana Palmer
#146. What is read twice is usually remembered more than what is once written. #Quote by Samuel Johnson
#147. He shook his head, absorbed in one of his feats of memory, those brief periods of scholastic rapture where he lost touch with the world around him, absorbed completely in conjuring up knowledge from all its sources. #Quote by Diana Gabaldon
#148. Movies, over time, as they do or don't find their audience, or they find a different audience, they change in your memory and in the eyes of those who see it. #Quote by Patrick Lussier
#149. A very beautiful woman hardly ever leaves a clear-cut impression of features and shape in the memory: usually there remains only an aura of living color #Quote by William Bolitho
#150. He wanted to put his memories into a bag and carry them until the weight destroyed his back. #Quote by Alejandro Zambra
#151. When they look at a beautiful view, most people see their memories, not the view! #Quote by Mehmet Murat Ildan
#152. For a long time, she sat and saw.
She had seen her brother die with one eye open, on still in a dream. She had said goodbye to her mother and imagined her lonely wait for a train back home to oblivion. A woman of wire had laid herself down, her scream traveling the street, till it fell sideways like a rolling coin starved of momentum. A young man was hung by a rope made of Stalingrad snow. She had watched a bomber pilot die in a metal case. She had seen a Jewish man who had twice given her the most beautiful pages of her life marched to a concentration camp. And at the center of all of it, she saw the Fuhrer shouting his words and passing them around.
Those images were the world, and it stewed in her as she sat with the lovely books and their manicured titles. It brewed in her as she eyed the pages full to the brims of their bellies with paragraphs and words. #Quote by Markus Zusak
#153. Well, hey, let's just make everything into a closure, and then we'll have our general garbage collector, installed by 'use less memory'. #Quote by Larry Wall
#154. Ll arguments concerning existence are founded on the relation of cause and effect; that our knowledge of that relation is derived entirely from experience; and all our experimental conclusions proceed upon the supposition that the future will be conformable to the past ... Without the influence of custom, we should be entirely ignorant of every matter of fact beyond what is immediately present to the memory and senses. #Quote by David Hume
#155. It'd be nice to feel that claustrophobic feeling or the anxiety that the film Melancholia produces, but for me I look at it and think about what I was doing that day, where we shot it ... It's kind of like a weird memory. It's more a photo album of memories than being able to feel connected to myself. It's not easy to do. #Quote by Kirsten Dunst
#156. But I am not allowed to forget
The taste of the tears of yesterday. #Quote by Anna Akhmatova
#157. Time is eating away my memory. Time, and this illness, this trespasser in my brain. #Quote by Tan Twan Eng
#158. The Magpie Poet
The magpie poet lined his poems,
with a nest of shiny objects:
engagement rings returned by ex-lovers,
lipstick and keys found beneath his couch's cushions,
even shards of his mom's silver hand mirror,
too filled with images to discard.
His nest of luminous memories
held his yellow eye, his offspring.
More importantly, it held him.
Each poem he wrote was a
pro tem refuge he could hide in,
a safe house to rest his head
after another sleepless night. #Quote by Beryl Dov
#159. The past is a trunk in the loft, crammed with scraps, some valuable, but many entirely useless. Although I'd prefer to keep it closed, the slight breeze throws it open, and, before I know it, all the contents have flown everywhere. I put them back. One by one. The memories, the bad and the good. Yet the trunk always snaps open again when I least expect it. #Quote by Elif Shafak
#160. Memory belongs to the imagination. Human memory is not like a computer which records things; it is part of the imaginative process, on the same terms as invention. #Quote by Alain Robbe-Grillet
#161. Sometimes, the Lord just takes blessed people because they've filled their purpose early. Everyone plays their own song. They sing their story to the world and leave behind a melody of memories. Sometimes ... their song is cut short and ends too early. But that doesn't mean their music was any less sweet or that they left any less of an impression. #Quote by Linda Kage
#162. Growing up, dinner was when we would sit down, the whole family, and we would talk about our days and just create memories with one another. Now some of my favorite memories are eating and making food with my son. #Quote by Tia Mowry
#163. Both expectations and memories are more than mere images founded on previous experience. #Quote by Samuel Alexander
#164. Oh, there will still be deception. The fresh crew will emerge as adults, will have memories of past training and lives. Our stories, our lives, will go on. I refuse to allow that love to die, just because it was never real. #Quote by Greg Bear
#165. Kiaran left a mark on me. It's not physical, not like Lonnrach's. It's as if when my memories were emptied, my mind filled with pieces of Kiaran, feelings that kept me sane in the mirrored room. He did it without realizing and I let him without realizing. God, how I wish I hadn't. #Quote by Elizabeth May
#166. What was our life like? I almost don't remember now. Though I remember it, the space of time it occupied. And I remember it fondly. #Quote by Richard Ford
#167. Because this territory in my internal universe is continually shifting, I've learned to look for patterns and rhythms in the chaos that I can use as guides when I can't locate steady ground. So I make maps from my memories. I make my maps out of words and stories. #Quote by Sascha Altman DuBrul
#168. The framing of women's abuse narratives as quasi-legal testimony encourages the public, as interpreters, to take the stance of cross-examiners who categorize forgetting as memory failure and insist on completeness and consistency of memory detail through all repeated tellings. The condensed, summarized, or fragmentary nature of abuse memories will rarely withstand this aggressive testing. Few people's memories can. #Quote by Sue Campbell
#169. The one law that does not change is that everything changes, and the hardship I was bearing today was only a breath away from the pleasures I would have tomorrow, and those pleasures would be all the richer because of the memories of this I was enduring. #Quote by Louis L'Amour
#170. Short term memory makes no difference if you've lost your mind. #Quote by Ellis
#171. David Epstein, the author of the best book on athletics in recent memory - "The Sports Gene" - wrote to me to say that he thinks I'm being overly generous. He points out that, for years, there used to be an "all-star challenge" on television, in which the best professional athletes from a variety of sports competed in a kind of makeshift decathlon. #Quote by Malcolm Gladwell
#172. Time does have a way of softening most things. Anger, hate, and even loss are often diluted by the passage of time. And memories, well they become more precious as days go by . . . until one day the cup that seemed half-empty, incredibly, becomes half-full. #Quote by Cynthia Mock Burroughs
#173. I find myself thinking more about the past as I get older ... maybe because there's just more of it to think about. At the same time, I'm less haunted by it than I was as a younger person. I guess that's probably the ideal: to reach a point where you have access to all of your memories, but you don't feel victimized by them. #Quote by Jennifer Egan
#174. We have populations now in the West with a very short memory span. One reason for this short memory span is that television over the last fifteen years has seen a big decline in the coverage of the rest of the world. #Quote by Tariq Ali
#175. These ways we have to settle. Moving house. I hate packing: collecting myself up, pulling myself apart. Stripping the body of the house: the walls, the floors, the shelves. Then I arrive, an empty house. It looks like a shell. How I love unpacking. Taking things out, putting things around, arranging myself all over the walls. I move around, trying to distribute myself evenly around the rooms. I concentrate on the kitchen. The familiar smell of spices fills the air. I allow the cumin to spill, and then gather it up again. I feel flung back somewhere else. I am never sure where the smell of spices takes me, as it had followed me everywhere. Each smell that gathers returns me somewhere; I am not always sure where that somewhere is. Sometimes the return is welcome, sometimes not. Sometimes it is tears or laughter that makes me realize that I have been pulled to another place and another time. Such memories can involve a recognition of how one's body already feels, coming after the event. The surprise when we find ourselves moved in this way or that. So we ask the question, later, and it often seems too late: what is it that has led me away from the present, to another place and another time? How is it that I have arrived here or there? #Quote by Sara Ahmed
#176. Memories are less tangible than dreams. #Quote by Isadora Duncan
#177. I'm 65 years old. Everyday the future looks a little bit darker. But the past, even the grimy parts of it, well, it just keeps on getting brighter all the time. #Quote by Alan Moore
#178. Our relationship could now thrive only in my head, and to discuss it with a mother intent - admittedly in my own best interest - on challenging it with reality might do it irreparable harm. #Quote by Mohsin Hamid
#179. There are terrible, terrible memories of September 11th, things that I saw, people that I lost, the devastation, the identification of bodies. I mean, all these memories come back to you at different times. And then the other side of it this tremendous response with the firefighters and the police officers saving people, the rescue workers. #Quote by Rudy Giuliani
#180. They carried shameful memories. They carried the common secret of cowardice barely restrained, the instinct to run or freeze or hide, and in many respects this was the heaviest burden of all, for it could never be put down, it required perfect balance and perfect posture #Quote by Tim O'Brien
#181. I think the only answer is to live life to the fullest while you can and collect memories like fools collect money. Because in the end, that's all you have - happy memories. #Quote by Sarah Strohmeyer
#182. We had our thing. It is a really good memory but now we're older. Things change. #Quote by Abbi Glines
#183. I felt tired, but I pitched the ball back at her. You want me to talk about myself, right? Let me tell you what 'self' means to me. The self, myself, the self as I see it, is composed mainly of selected memories from my history. I am not what I am doing now. I am what I have done, and the edited version of my past seems more real to me than what I am at this moment. I don't know who or what I really am. The present is fleeting and intangible. No one in China wants to talk about his past, because nobody wants to paint his face black. Our past is not a flattering picture, and no one wants to look at it for long. Yet what we were in fixed and final. It is the basis for predictions of what we will be in the future. To tell you truth, I identify with what no longer exists more than what actually is. We have lied about what we actually are, and that, unfortunately, will be your book. So would you still like me to talk about myself? #Quote by Anchee Min
#184. When I recall memories, it all seems like a film, not a reality. #Quote by Rukhsar Din
#185. The neocortex is not like a computer, parallel or otherwise. Instead of computing answers to problems the neocortex uses stored memories to solve problems and produce behavior. #Quote by Jeff Hawkins
#186. Springtime is a season we tend to forget as we grow older, and yet far back in our memories, like the landscape of a country visited long ago, it's always there. #Quote by Kay Boyle
#187. The poetry of a people comes from the deep recesses of the unconscious, the irrational and the collective body of our ancestral memories. #Quote by Margaret Walker
#188. I have very positive memories of reading biographies of unusual Americans as a child. #Quote by Chris Van Allsburg
#189. We humans are different - our brains are built not to fix memories in stone but rather to transform them, our recollections in their retelling. #Quote by Mira Bartok
#190. It's like the piano and the cello are being poured into my body, the same way the IV and blood transfusions are. And the memories of my life as it was, and the flashes of it as it might be, are coming so fast and furious. I feel like I can no longer keep up with them but they keep coming and everything is colliding, until I cannot take anymore. Until I cannot be like this a second longer. #Quote by Gayle Forman
#191. It kind of scares me though, to keep wearing it every day like I do. What happens when I run out of it? Will I forget what she looked like? What it looked like when the sun reflected on her hair? The way her pillow always smelled like her? Will my memory of her run out too? #Quote by Keary Taylor
#192. I believe that sometimes, the moment you say goodbye could be as painful as a lifetime worth of pain that you can experience while living with the memories of your loved ones. I couldn't stop myself from hallucinating about all those things that could have happened, while you were walking away from me today. I stopped walking and turned my head, expecting for you to do the same. I stayed there, motionless, and waited – for you to turn once, to smile, or wave. But you didn't. You just continued walking away from me, while I stayed there watching your silhouette becoming smaller, and smaller with time, until it disappeared completely. There was nothing else to wait.
"What happened?" she asked me when I turned my head again towards the platform.
"She let me go, finally," was all I could say. #Quote by Bhavya Kaushik
#193. 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. #Quote by Jodi Picoult
#194. Now I wonder if grief isn't something like a shell. You wear it for a long time and then one day you realize you've outgrown it. So you put it down. It doesn't mean that I want to let go of the memories of you or the love I have for you. But it does mean that I want to let go of the sadness. #Quote by Taylor Jenkins Reid
#195. It's magical to me, the way memories hide in music. #Quote by Natalie Lloyd
#196. A theory of creativity is actually just a metaphor. A pool of ideas, a well of memories, a voice. #Quote by Jane Smiley
#197. Why is it that our memory is good enough to retain the least triviality that happens to us, and yet not good enough to recollect how often we have told it to the same person? #Quote by Francois De La Rochefoucauld
#198. If people could see me the way I see myself - if they could live in my memories - would anyone love me? #Quote by John Green
#199. I thought I'd forgotten, but the memories were crisp as photographs. I wondered dispassionately if they'd always been there, lurking just out of sight and whispering their fears to me. If behind every good girl lurked a good threat. #Quote by Alix E. Harrow
#200. It is easy to love people in memory; the hard thing is to love them when they are there in front of you. #Quote by John Updike