In this post, you will find great Memories Quotes from famous people, such as Benjamin Franklin, Dave Filoni, Brian Sibley, Jeffrey Kluger, Rob Riggle. You can learn and implement many lessons from these quotes.
There were a lot of great memories around ‘Star Wars.’ It was a foundation – probably for my interest in movies.
When we’re awake, cortisol can fragment memories – one reason eyewitness crime scene accounts are so unreliable. But at night that very fragmentation allows creative recombinations of ideas.
We’re all just a bundle of habits shaped by our memories. And to the extent that we control our lives, we do so by gradually altering those habits, which is to say the networks of our memory. No lasting joke, or invention, or insight, or work of art was ever produced by an external memory. Not yet, at least.
A lot of skaters hole themselves up in hotels and focus – and that’s great, and that may work for them. But for me, having the Olympic experience was as great as winning the medal. I have so many memories of living in the village and meeting other athletes, seeing other sports, and feeling the energy. It’s so magical.
I think the best thing that I collect is memories. I love traveling; I love remembering stuff, my family, my daughter, my wife. I just love collecting memories of my trips, my experiences. And I think that’s it. I’m not very glued to material stuff.
A typical biography relying upon individuals‘ notorious memories and the anecdotes they’ve invented contains a high degree of fiction, yet is considered ‘nonfiction.’
Compared with other recent presidents whose stumbles and failures have assaulted the national self-esteem, memories of Kennedy continue to give the country faith that its better days are ahead. That’s been reason enough to discount his limitations and remain enamored of his presidential performance.
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 in the corner.
Our enemies are our evil deeds and their memories, our pride, our selfishness, our malice, our passions, which by conscience or by habit pursue us with a relentlessness past the power of figure to express.
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.
Some of the most powerful memories are those when you are very, very young. Adult life is seen through the reflection of complex, rational thought.
My childhood memories are amazing; I had freedom in every way – but I see everything from a different perspective now that I live outside.
I’ve been lucky to be a part of many blockbuster movies… in which it’s hard to get to that level of being memorable, but I still have fond memories of ‘Independence Day,’ to be sure. There are also many small ones I’ve had that give me many fond memories.
The importance of inclusive behavior was modeled for me early in life. I have many childhood memories of my mother – an entrepreneur and business owner – drawing people to herself and inspiring them with the genuineness of her interest in them.
I remember the difficulty we had in the beginning replacing magnetic cores in memories and eventually we had both cost and performance advantages. But it wasn’t at all clear in the beginning.
My memories of my childhood are wonderful memories. I feel that I was privileged because I grew up in a beautiful city. It is Catania, on the eastern coast of Sicily. It’s a place filled with sun, close to the beach.
It may take a while, but I think ‘On the Town’ has the potential for us to break down the boundaries between the traditional theatergoer who may have fond memories of the musical and those with a ‘Broadway-is-not-for-me’ agenda.
The houses in Mustique are styled with incredible decor. I vacationed there as a kid and have the fondest memories.
Being home for the holidays is one of my happiest memories.
My memories are of denim. I remember being 12 in my Levi’s. Wow!
High school is what kind of grows you into the person you are. I have great memories, good and bad, some learning experiences and some that I’ll take with me the rest of my life.
Talking with pictures and making memories is universally appealing.
I will forever be proud to call myself a Bruin and will never forget the memories that were made here.
Cakes are special. Every birthday, every celebration ends with something sweet, a cake, and people remember. It’s all about the memories.
As long as I have fashion memories, Schiaparelli has been there.
I have so many memories and have so many people to thank at Liverpool. I have to improve as a player. In my head, I always think this.
I have very special memories of the West Ham fans.
Five years ago, we came to the realization that the camera can be used for more than capturing memories. We showed it can be used for talking. The dream for us is expanding the camera and what it can do for your life. It has capabilities beyond making memories.
My house was full of music. My main memories are of the record player at home: it was all Beatles and Rolling Stones, and we danced around the living room; that started me off on instruments, and I’ve done nothing else ever since.
I’ve never tried to block out the memories of the past, even though some are painful. I don’t understand people who hide from their past. Everything you live through helps to make you the person you are now.
I don’t know any Mormon that doesn’t have warm memories of their family.
I have so many great memories of the Allman Brothers early days. It was an incredible time.
Doubting what you see is a very odd experience. And doubting what you remember is a little less odd than doubting what you see. But it’s also a pretty odd experience, because some memories come with a very compelling sense of truth about them, and that happens to be the case even for memories that are not true.
Like Jesus, every human being has enough memories in his past to occupy his time and thoughts continually. It is not the remembrance of these incidents but the reliving of them that creates havoc in our souls.
Whether you reach a lot of people or have a profound impact on a few people, their memories of you are your afterlife.
Personally, I believe people who have a lots of memories are people who are living with zest.
The most beautiful things are not associated with money; they are memories and moments. If you don’t celebrate those, they can pass you by.
The best memories on tour are always of kids who tell me they are going to run back to their classrooms and start writing!
I don’t like hawking ’round other people’s memories. That wasn’t part of the deal when I was born.
I have a lot of great memories, but I can’t imagine anything more exciting than the life I have now.
When it comes to memories of that iconic type, memories that are burned into you, I have maybe ten or so from my childhood. I’m a bad rememberer of situations. I forget almost everything as soon as it happens.
Binaries aside, we are the products of our relationships with our identities – cities we have built, bodies we have embraced, kindred souls we’ve cherished, our memories, our dreams, the fears we hide, the pain we hold – identities that cannot be reduced to a collection of labels.
The Olympics: not one of my better memories.
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.
Christmas is the perfect time to celebrate the love of God and family and to create memories that will last forever. Jesus is God’s perfect, indescribable gift. The amazing thing is that not only are we able to receive this gift, but we are able to share it with others on Christmas and every other day of the year.
I have always loved beauty and fashion. Some of my earliest memories are of being surrounded by fragrances and lipstick samples.
My childhood closet was ornamented with U.S. jerseys of World Cups spanning the nineties and two-thousands – some of my favorite memories are from summers when, with a ball under my foot and a jersey on my back, I watched the U.S. team go up against the world’s best players in the largest sporting event on Earth.
This is how memories are made… by going with the flow.
My earliest memories of country music are the Grand Ole Opry.
Where past generations had film cameras, scrapbooks, notebooks, and that part of the brain which stores memories, we now have a smartphone app for every conceivable recording need.
You can certainly get an idea of the value of memory if your memories can carry you out into the world no matter how utterly dissatisfied you may be with the present and wish you could get away from it.
These interviews, sometimes they jog your memories, like what you were doing when you were 10 years old. They’re always searching for your past; they can keep you living there. I want to go on to the future.
‘Silver Spoons’ was great memories – absolutely the best.
I’m the first to admit that I like going to, or my memories at least of going to Clint Eastwood movies or Charles Bronson or James Bond.
I actually interviewed other people about myself, and that alerted me to the fact that I had to really investigate my memories.
I think a universal feeling that we all share is that live experiences create indelible memories.
There are too many books I haven‘t read, too many places I haven’t seen, too many memories I haven’t kept long enough.
In some instances, the accuracy of past-life memories can be objectively verified, sometimes with remarkable detail.
Everybody needs his memories. They keep the wolf of insignificance from the door.
One of my favorite memories from growing up in Brazil is being in the kitchen with my family and watching everyone bake and cook.
This story is based on a gentleman who indeed did… used to come to my parents’ house in 1971 from Bangladesh. He was at the University of Rhode Island. And I was four, four years old, at the time, and so I actually don’t have any memories of this gentleman.
I have some really cool memories here in Philly, and I thank you for the support. These are great fans, and I think when you play hard and when you do your best to win, they appreciate that. It was fun to be part of this organization and play for this city. I really enjoyed the time I was here.
I cherish my entire life. I’ve been blessed with a life full of good memories.
Obviously the facts are never just coming at you but are incorporated by an imagination that is formed by your previous experience. Memories of the past are not memories of facts but memories of your imaginings of the facts.
One of the most wonderful memories in my life was when I sang at the Opera House in Sydney. I will never forget that. It is one of the most beautiful Houses I have ever sung in my life.
For me, returning to Los Angeles annihilates the memories of where I have just been with an astonishing speed.
My first memories are of Brazil. There’s so much music there. It’s one of my favourite places in the world.
Literature boils with the madcap careers of writers brought to the edge by the demands of living on their nerves, wringing out their memories and their nightmares to extract meaning, truth, beauty.
For me when I watch ‘The Shining,’ it’s like watching a home movie. I understand how it scares people. I think it’s an entertaining movie, don’t get me wrong. But I look back on it with so many memories.
Everywhere in my house are these little things that have meanings and make me think of great memories.
I have memories of reading comics when I was in primary school, but that’s about it.
It is right that he too should have his little chronicle, his memories, his reason, and be able to recognize the good in the bad, the bad in the worst, and so grow gently old down all the unchanging days, and die one day like any other day, only shorter.
My memories of being nine or ten years old are especially vivid, since this is the time when you have a real sense of who you are – before the self-conscious preteen years start.
My mother says that my father truly enjoyed having a son. My two-years-younger twin sisters felt that he didn’t quite know how to enjoy them. But I wasn’t aware of those things then. So many of my childhood memories involve him. All the excursions into science were shaped by his knowledge and enthusiasm.
Memories are doing funny things to us.
I don’t just want to create products. I want to reach into people’s hearts and minds. I want to create memories.
By showing hunger, deprivation, starvation and brutality, as well as endurance and nobility, documentaries inform, prod our memories, even stir us to action. Such films do battle for our very soul.
There are so many happy memories that will be made. You just have to live long enough to get to them.
‘Firefly’ was and always will be such a positive thing for me. I hold a lot of really good memories associated to that show.
I don’t think I have ever done anything for this age of children before, a pre-school audience. Generally speaking, we don’t have vivid memories of that age and what influenced us, yet clearly they are hugely formative years and it’s really important that we can create television of a high quality for that audience.
Words outlive people, institutions, civilizations. Words spur images, associations, memories, inspirations and synapse pulsations. Words send off physical resonations of thought into the nethersphere. Words hurt, soothe, inspire, demean, demand, incite, pacify, teach, romance, pervert, unite, divide. Words be powerful.
I have two lovely sons and some good memories, but I’ve had a rather tumultuous personal life. It hasn’t been dull; I’ve been the Hiroshima of love.
I’ve always seen myself as one of those ‘show people.’ My earliest memories are wanting and needing to entertain people, like a gypsy traveler who goes from place to place, city to city, performing for audiences and reaching people.
My favorite memories growing up in North Carolina were hunting and fishing with my father and brothers. There, I developed a deep appreciation for protecting land and waterways. There, I learned outdoorsmanship.
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.
I have great childhood memories of my mother baking, and I was always a willing participant, especially if it meant I could revarnish the kitchen floor with treacle.
I had great memories as a child artist.
We have four beautiful children and some wonderful memories.
True nostalgia is an ephemeral composition of disjointed memories.
Wherever you go, your memories from the place you grew up in always remain special.
It’s true, Christmas can feel like a lot of work, particularly for mothers. But when you look back on all the Christmases in your life, you’ll find you’ve created family traditions and lasting memories. Those memories, good and bad, are really what help to keep a family together over the long haul.
The conscious imprinting that happens between, say, 10 and 16 is huge. I think it’s so important for me as a writer to stay open to the memories of that period because they were so formative.
I was born illegitimately and almost immediately, as I understand it, placed in an orphanage. So my very earliest memories were in an orphanage. It was the tag end of the Great Depression when I was born. People were desperately poor.
I have always loved wrestling and grew up watching it – my earliest memories include watching Hulk Hogan.
The poetry of a people comes from the deep recesses of the unconscious, the irrational and the collective body of our ancestral memories.
The first thing I think of when I hear the name of Lucille Ball is a Hollywood legend. I have fond memories of growing up at her house, but she was a different person off the set than she was on the set.
People used to come home from school and plop down in front of the TV and religiously watch ‘TRL.’ It was a moment in time that I think a lot of people have a lot of fond memories of. It’s a fun trip to take down memory lane because it was a great time for a lot of people, bands included.
There are moments from childhood that attract heat in our memories, some for their sublime brilliance, some for their malignancy. The first time that I was treated differently because of my race is one such memory.
Memories are the key not to the past, but to the future.
I write with a mouse, because it has no psychological associations or memories or habits associated with it.
I never saw my grandfather because he had died before I was born, but I have good memories of my grandmother and of how she could play the piano at the old house.
Everyone has fond memories of ‘The Carol Burnett Show’ and the characters we did.
I have memories of films that nobody ever saw, that I was very proud of, and those are still great memories.
I have great childhood memories cow-tipping, going off and getting lost in the bog for hours, and coming home covered in dirt.
For most of my life, the U.S. was never anything more than vacation memories.
Actors are good liars; writers are good liars with good memories.
Most of my food memories are of my Nan cooking Sunday dinners – roasts of meat with lots of vegetables. I suppose I cook what’s comforting and dishes that make me feel good.
From the earliest memories I have, I liked physical, funny things.
I try to always go for something… very interior, following thoughts and memories, something that I think is difficult to do on the screen, which is essentially a third-person medium.
I have no unhappy memories of my childhood.
I have very fond memories of the Eagles from my experience with ‘Invincible‘ and my college days in Philadelphia. But I am a Massachusetts girl and a Pats fan.
When you listen to old-school music, you can smell your mother’s food in the kitchen. You can feel where you was when you first heard that song. That’s what’s beautiful about music. It’s for everyone, but we all have individual memories that make us love it.
I’ve grown up a lot, and I have such great memories of playing football.
I think it would be interesting if old people got anti-Alzheimer’s disease where they slowly began to recover other people’s lost memories.
I have many memories of my time with Planned Parenthood. I spent eight years of my life there. Some memories are good, some are not. But they are contained in my mind. It’s easy to forget them.
There is nothing like an odor to stir memories.
The forties are the time when you begin to take notice of certain aches and pains. Your body and brain behave in inexplicable ways: Less hair on your head, more in your ears and nostrils. More memories in the bank, less synaptic firepower with which to access them. Gravity has started to show its inexorable pull.
I have lovely memories of Los Angeles in the 1930s. I came down to live with my mother’s cousin and they invited me to come and go to junior college for a year.
My personal memories of the brand go way back to the time when I was a teenager. L’Oreal make-up felt like a real luxury for me, and I remember dreaming of purchasing a L’Oreal lipstick.
I don’t really collect anything. I grew up in a family that collected things, and then they’d get sick, and people die, and then they have their basements full of stuff that goes from one box to the next, so I try not to get sentimental with stuff. I just try to collect memories; I guess that would be it.
Memories are just stories we tell ourselves about our past; and that’s often why they don’t match when we’ve shared the same experiences with someone.
Memories, even bittersweet ones, are better than nothing.
Whenever I think of the past, it brings back so many memories.
Some of my favorite memories happened in the ‘Boy Meets World’ classroom.
I grew up in Japan. It’s my first memories of life are Japan.
Travel has always been one of the best ways to make new memories and reconnect with your loved ones.
And I’ve been walking ’round with memories way too long.
Our lives are structured by our memories of events. Event X happened just before the big Paris vacation. I was doing Y in the first summer after I learned to drive. Z happened the weekend after I landed my first job. We remember events by positioning them in time relative to other events.
When I was growing up, we went to Musikfest every year, and I have vivid memories of the corn on the cob. I’m going for the concert, but I’m really going for the corn.
I have fond memories of the development work that led to a lot of great things in modern gaming – the intensity of the first person experience, LAN and Internet play, game mods, and so on.
I’m always coming up with ideas that have been inspired by memories, everyday life and this and that and the other.
Memories come out only when you spend time with a person.
I have fond memories of Chris Penn, who’s sadly not with us. He always made me laugh – it was great to be with him.
Some of my greatest memories are of sleep-away camp; I did that three summers in a row when I was, like, 9,10, and 11.
Every time I am looking into the depths of somebody’s brain, I’m thinking, ‘This is what makes a person who they are. That structure contains memories. Everything that they’ve ever experienced is right in there.’
I grew up in a family that despised displays of strong emotion, rage in particular. We stewed. We sulked. When arguments did occur, they were full-scale conniptions, and we regarded them as family failings. Afterward, we withdrew from one another and tried our best to strike the event from our memories.
We’re trying to create the connections of today that become the next generation‘s memories of tomorrow.
An awful lot of people have childhood memories of holidays in Cornwall, and the holidays are old-fashioned and hugely successful. You stick a child and a dog on one of the beaches, and they just light up; they just love it.
Believing there’s no God means I can’t really be forgiven except by kindness and faulty memories. That’s good; it makes me want to be more thoughtful. I have to try to treat people right the first time around.
I have lots of memories of my father. He was an incredible father. We all loved him to death.
While writing ‘City Boy,’ I relied mainly on my own memories. In particular, I was able to describe the effect of gay liberation on an individual life (mine) as events paralleled my own growing self-acceptance; in this case, the political truly was the personal.
The human body is not the person. Identity is the way the brain operates; it’s memories, it’s sensory input and output. The mind is the person.
The first time I dedicated myself to resurrecting and preserving somebody’s memories was with my great-uncle. I knew he was going to die in the next few years, and I had grown up listening to all his stories about people who had been trapped or chased by the Nazis. I began to record them.
My dad was a professional track racer. It’s in my genes, and my first memories as a baby were in a velodrome.
Voters memories will fade some.
Roja Dove believes that by test and experimentation – by a sort of psychoanalysis via fragrance – you can find the flavors and smells that connect you both to the here and now and to memories of the past.
I have memories of watching the Champions League as a kid in France. We all supported different teams and they were intense moments. Great memories.
The one thing I need to leave behind is good memories.
My earliest memories are being pinned to a fence with a switchblade.
People often ask where I get my inspiration from, and I always say I have no good answer because, well, inspiration comes from everywhere: people, places, memories.
Once a popular Alaska governor with a modest record of accomplishment, Palin could conceivably revive her reputation in this era of short memories. But it’s hard to imagine her name atop the GOP ballot in 2016, when a cast of heavyweights who sat out 2012 will be vying for the nomination.
If dreams are like movies, then memories are films about ghosts.
As a novelist, where do you go to tap into memories, and impressions, and sensations? It’s usually, in my experience, your early life, before you started thinking of yourself as a writer, because somehow those experiences are unadulterated.
I have memories – but only a fool stores his past in the future.
Ocean is more ancient than the mountains, and freighted with the memories and the dreams of Time.
Memories are what you no longer want to remember.
Our collective memories are welcoming places, and one image, that of Jesus, has absorbed and appropriated elements of other traditions and aspirations in order to shape our communal remembering.
Every mind is a clutter of memories, images, inventions and age-old repetitions. It can be a ghetto, too, if a ghetto is a sealed-off, confined place. Or a sanctuary, where one is free to dream and think whatever one wants. For most of us it’s both – and a lot more complicated.
I have spent three and a half wonderful years at Arsenal, and I bring with me very positive memories of that great club and its fans.
When you discover that you are going to have a child, it stirs up memories of your own childhood.
To be human is to have a collection of memories that tells you who you are and how you got there.
Music evokes so many feelings in us, memories, nostalgia, things that are connected to our past.
I will go back to riding one day – when I have kids. I have such amazing childhood memories of being on horseback.
I have so many fond memories of the Tied Test, and I can’t wait to come back to Brisbane. One thing that stands out is that both teams stayed at the same hotel. We got to know each other so well. Some of my best cricketing friends were in that Australian team.
My early memories of my dad were taking me to play football when I was six – they are happy ones. They are my favourites.
One of my earliest memories is of seeing my mother in her beach chair, reading a book under an umbrella by the water’s edge while my sisters and I played beside her. Of all the life lessons she taught me, that is one of my favorites: to take time at a place I love, restore my spirit with books and the beach.
I was raised on T.V. dinners because in those days, they were considered a well-balanced meal. And when I was sick, my mother fed me beef-barley soup and peanut butter sandwiches. That’s about it for childhood food memories.
I think the ’70s are always inspiring to me. I was born then, so I have a lot of memories about how my parents were and what kinds of movies I was watching.
I just have beautiful memories of what has happened in my life.
If you don’t have your experiences in the moment, if you gloss them over with jokes or zoom past them, you end up with curiously dispassionate memories.
Like most people, I have painful memories of trying to fit in as a child. I wore, said, and did pretty much what everyone else did.
The odds are definitely better on getting the right job than getting a good partner for life. Someone who will grow with you. Someone to develop memories with. Someone who was there in the beginning. Someone who will be there at the end.
I always wanted to be a father. I have a beautiful relationship with my dad and beautiful memories. I always knew I was going to have a family.
Winning at Monaco feels unbelievable, because it’s such a special race and it’s also my home race. My first memories were of watching Ayrton Senna here with his yellow helmet, and one day dreaming to win the Monaco GP.
Some things are best left to memories.
Victory is everything. You can spend the money but you can never spend the memories.
I think that when you talk to people about Monopoly, they love talking about their memories associated with it. And for me, I’m the same way. I mean, when I think about Monopoly, I think of my family playing at the holidays.
People in day-to-day life tend to skim the surface of things and be polite and careful, and that’s not the language I speak. I like talking about feelings, fears and memories, anguish and joy, and I find it in music.
I’d drown in a sea of tears if I lived my life ruminating on the past. I would undoubtedly revise memories to be more joyful that they were, or ever have been.
I don’t know what you’re going through life doing if you’re not really trying to collect some really great memories.
My dream is to stand in front of 60,000 people in an arena and know that everyone came because they wanted to make memories with me.
The Jungian view of drama would be that it affects all of our imaginations and somehow taps into our hidden, ancient, primordial memories.
My best memories in life are with my elder sister Priyanka Tiwari and my brother Aishwarya Tripathi.
Many instances exist of small children who seem to remember and describe their previous life in another body, another place, and with other people. These memories emerge usually shortly after these children begin to talk.
I was born in Singapore, but I left at four so memories are hazy.
I love the food, the girls, the sky and everything that is Delhi. I have very fond memories of the Moolchand flyover.
No one ever sits you down at age eight and says, ‘Aminatta, this is what’s happened so far.’ You have to work it out for yourself, and by the time you do, it’s ancient history to many of the players. We’re trying to make sense of the past, so we start to excavate our memories.
I like to create events where people are going to make memories, and that always starts and ends with food in my life.
I played music and sang from my earliest memories. The first pictures of me show me wandering around with a guitar that was larger than I was, and it became almost second nature to me.
Probably the earliest memories for me would be going to restaurants with my family.
Memories of our lives, of our works and our deeds will continue in others.
I have nothing but the best memories of growing up in New Jersey. Of course, I grew up in a nice town, a suburb. But Tenafly was right next to Englewood, which had a tremendous amount of racial tension in the ’60s. So I was aware of the real world.
I have very fond memories of growing up in Greece, of my brothers and I causing chaos and climbing up trees, which is really cool. Back then, we didn’t have all the video games and all that stuff. We just had each other, and we played on the street.
I’ve never tried to block out the memories of the past, even though some are painful. I don’t understand people who hide from their past. Everything you live through helps to make you the person you are now.
They say I live a fast life. Maybe I just like a fast life. I wouldn’t give it up for anything in the world. It won’t last forever, either. But the memories will.
I’ve always had fond memories of cooking Thanksgiving.
I went back to Kolkata around two years back after a gap of 14 years, and though the city had changed, the people hadn’t. Everybody is cultured and knowledgeable there. I have emotional memories of the place.
Memories are thoughts that arise. They’re not realities. Only when you believe that they are real, then they have the power over you. But when you realize it’s just another thought arising about the past, then you can have a spacious relationship with that thought. The thought no longer has you in its grip.
I guess my earliest football memories are of playing in the street and also the little pitches at school. I joined the local football team in my village when I was small, but we would play only once or twice a week. I honed my skills just by playing for fun with friends after school.
It was such a whirlwind for us for about three to four years there that, every time we turned around, we were pulled in 90 different directions, and I look back on that now, and they’re such wonderful memories, but you kinda wish that you would’ve taken the time to savor them a little bit more.
I hate to date myself, but my earliest memories are Flash Gordon. I would love playing Flash Gordon in the neighborhood.
What else does anyone have except for a collection of slightly painful memories?
We have nothing but fond memories from Sochi.
If memories were indeed like what a camera records, they could be forgotten, or they could fade so that they are no longer clear and vivid. But it would be difficult to explain how people could have memories that are both clear and vivid while also being wrong. Yet that happens, and it is not infrequent.
Some memories are unforgettable, remaining ever vivid and heartwarming!
My objective is not to play for money, as I just want to leave good memories. That is the most important thing!
I’d love to follow the Tour de France one day. It’s a really exciting spectacle. I’ve only seen it once as it was coming into Paris and that was very exciting for me. I have memories of that.
I think the reason I’m a writer is because first, I was a reader. I loved to read. I read a lot of adventure stories and mystery books, and I have wonderful memories of my mom reading picture books aloud to me. I learned that words are powerful.
Tottenham was my first international club. I spent four glorious years there, and the fans were brilliant with me. I only have good memories.
Usually, I come for film promotions or events, but I have so many fond memories of Delhi.
He was an amazing father. I clutched my memories of him to my heart for so long, but he’s a part of the world.
To me the ego is the habitual and compulsive thought processes that go through everybody’s mind continuously. External things like possessions or memories or failures or successes or achievements. Your personal history.
It’s just comical how short-term people’s memories are.
I come from a family of compulsive collectors, and my first memories are really all about collecting. I remember visiting flea markets with my mother or my grandmother – she goes to local ones around Varese, Italy, every Sunday when she’s at home.
One of my early childhood memories was my grandmother always having a bowl of Nestle chocolate bars at her house. My sister and I would argue over who could eat the chocolate bars. Looking back, I don’t know why we just didn’t share. We could have split them.
I have more memories than if I were a thousand years old.
Every country has its own perspective on the Second World War. This is not surprising when experiences and memories are so different.
Over a period of 11 months, I was constantly afraid that Youth Care would lock me up. It was all a frightening and traumatic experience. So often, these terrible memories come to me. I can’t ignore them.
I never ran away, but I was very unhappy as a teenager. I felt like a complete nonentity, and I very tangibly have memories of not wanting to be here – in my body.
Every place where I played or managed is special to me because of the memories and the friendships that each afforded me.
I’ve never had an actual haunting experience, in the way you might anticipate a ghost in a movie haunting someone, but I do feel presences around me all the time, and I do feel that memories haunt us the way ghosts haunt us or might haunt characters in a film.
It’s absolutely surprising to me how well ‘The State’ has held up as far as people liking it and having fond memories of it, considering it’s a sketch show.
The game against the Vikings back in my second year stands out. It was kind of a turnaround for us. It allowed us to make a run at the playoffs for the first time in quite a while. The memories are so many it’s hard to pin one down.
Our memories are card indexes consulted and then returned in disorder by authorities whom we do not control.
Most terrible memories are a lesson and don’t want them to be forgotten.
We all know that the great memories of our childhood are the little triumphs – it doesn’t really matter whether that was in writing, art, on the hockey field or on the football field. It’s something that makes you feel – ‘I can do this stuff.’
Snapchat really has to do with the way photographs have changed. Historically, photos have always been used to save really important memories: major life moments. But today… pictures are being used for talking.
One of the characteristics of North American culture is that you can always start again. You can always move forward, cross a border of a state or a city or a county, and move West, most of the time West. You leave behind guilt, past traditions, memories.
Growing up in a small community where everybody knows everybody, it was a lot of fun. Great friends, great memories.
I never get hung up on the past – the memories are too negative.
One of my earliest memories was me singing ‘Oh, What A Beautiful Mornin’ at the top of my voice when I was seven. I got totally carried away. My grandmother, Sarah, was in the next room. I didn’t even realise she was there. I was terribly embarrassed.
Leftovers in their less visible form are called memories. Stored in the refrigerator of the mind and the cupboard of the heart.
For an average noun or an average verb, an average mind can quickly create reference. Where did they hear it? See it? What does it remind them of? What is its connection? When was it last used in conversation? What has been my experience with it? A host of memories appear when you hear a word you remember.
Those who have known the famous are publicly debriefed of their memories, knowing as their own dusk falls that they will only be remembered for remembering someone else.
‘Research,’ for me, is a big word that encompasses a lot of different activities, all of them based around curiosity. Research is traveling to places, or studying snowflakes with a magnifying glass, or excavating one’s memories. Research is walking around Hamburg with a notebook.
Everybody remembers ‘Just Shoot Me,’ and I’m very proud of that. It’s still on TV, and people still catch it and laugh about it, and I personally have wonderful, wonderful memories working with those people.
Yes, I’m from a very big family but it’s great. All my brothers are friends as well. We all grew up together and have great memories.
The sun setting on the Ucayali, with the Andean foothills in the background, and the taste of freshly cut papaya in my mouth, restoring a body utterly shattered, made for one of those ‘ones to tell the grandchildren‘ memories.
The earliest golfing memories that I have are of the Italian Open when I was about six years of age. Watching that event is how I really got started in the game.
I hope our fans will be able to make great memories with us through the music and performances we show on stage.
Lorna was quite young when her mother died, and I think she’s blocked out some of the memories. I talked to her a little bit about that, but I wasn’t prepared to go around and poke and hurt her.
I’ve got some wonderful memories of the 2011 Copa America. It was a very special tournament.
Most of us have fond memories of food from our childhood. Whether it was our mom’s homemade lasagna or a memorable chocolate birthday cake, food has a way of transporting us back to the past.
I’ve done all my schooling at Chennai – it’s always home for me. All my growing up years have been spent here, and I have really fond memories associated with the city.
I think that my regrets mostly have to do with my relationship with my ex-girlfriend. Every once in a while, you get those flashback memories of conversations you had with your exes, and you just, like, wince when you’re walking down the street. Something occurs to you, ‘Oh, no, I said that.’
My first memories of music were country music and Ronnie Milsap. Where I grew up, it was what you listened to. And anything else, you were somewhat out of place.
Memories, imagination, old sentiments, and associations are more readily reached through the sense of smell than through any other channel.
Just as we accumulate memories of facts by integrating them into a network, we accumulate life experiences by integrating them into a web of other chronological memories. The denser the web, the denser the experience of time.
Since I’m always working, my best holiday memories are definitely when I can just go home and spend time with my family.
My earliest memories are of dysphoria.
I’d say some of my earliest scent memories are from home – just things that were around my house, and my mom’s cooking.
