Memories Quotes - Page 58

But standing in that hallway, it was all coming back to me. Memories were waiting at the edges of things, beckoning to me.

I have very happy memories of fairy tales. My mother used to take me to the library in Toronto to check out the fairy tales. And she was an actress, so she used to act out for me the different characters in all these fairy tales.

The powers that be not only try to control events, but they try to control our memory and understanding of these events, which is part of controlling the events themselves.

A man must have his dreams - memory dreams of the past and eager dreams of the future. I never want to stop reaching for new goals.

Mild brown eyes beckon me to the past, but memory provides no clue.

May you keep dreaming until the day you die. May imagination overtake memory. May you die young at a ripe old age.

My grandmothers are full of memories, smelling of soap and onions and wet clay, with veins rolling roughly over quick hands, they have many clean words to say, my grandmothers were strong.

Thoughts are like stars in the firmament; some are fixed, others like the wandering planets, others again are only like meteors. Understanding is like the Sun, which gives light to all the thoughts. Memory is like the Moon, it hath its new, its full and its wane.

Our memory is our coherence, our reason, our feeling, even our action. Without it, we are nothing.

I like Jailhouse Rock and Love Me Tender. The black-and-white films. With music, I tend more toward the '70s stuff because I was at the shows for those, so they bring back memories.

The past, with its pleasures, its rewards, its foolishness, its punishments, is there for each of us forever, and it should be.

A great chess player always has a very good memory.

Anyone who conducts an argument by appealing to authority is not using his intelligence; he is just using his memory.

He who in reasoning cites authority is making use of his memory rather than of his intellect.

The memories seem like snapshots from someone else’s life.

Victory is everything. You can spend the money but you can never spend the memories.

Memory is a cruel mistress with whom we all must learn to dance.

We can never lose anything that is good, never lose love or the memories of great happiness because they are true.

We are beckoned to see the world through a one-way mirror, as if we are threatened and innocent and the rest of humanity is threatening, or wretched, or expendable. Our memory is struggling to rescue the truth that human rights were not handed down as privileges from a parliament, or a boardroom, or an institution, but that peace is only possible with justice and with information that gives us the power to act justly.

I can state with complete assurance that for each of us our brains form the material basis of our experiences and memories, our imaginations, our dreams.

A teacher who can arouse a feeling for one single good action, for one single good poem, accomplishes more than he who fills our memory with rows and rows of natural objects, classified with name and form.

No doubt you are right... there would be far less suffering amongst mankind if men... did not employ their imaginations so assiduously in recalling the memory of past sorrow, instead of bearing their present lot with equanimity.

As for the square at Meknes, where I used to go every day, it's even simpler: I do not see it at all anymore. All that remains is the vague feeling that it was charming, and these five words that are indivisibly bound together: a charming square at Meknes. ... I don't see anything any more: I can search the past in vain, I can only find these scraps of images and I am not sure what they represent, whether they are memories or just fiction.

Like the tender fires of stars moments of their life together, that no one knew of or would ever know of, broke upon and illuminated his memory.

Too many people have been analyzing their pasts, their childhoods, their memories, their parents, and realizing that it doesn't do anything-or that it doesn't do enough.