Memories Quotes - Page 7

Study without desire spoils the memory, and it retains nothing that it takes in.

The horrors of the Second World War, the chilling winds of the Cold War and the crushing weight of the Iron Curtain are little more than fading memories. Ideals that once commanded great loyalty are now taken for granted.

There is an ancient Indian saying that something lives only as long as the last person who remembers it. My people have come to trust memory over history. Memory, like fire, is radiant and immutable while history serves only those who seek to control it, those who douse the flame of memory in order to put out the dangerous fire of truth. Beware these men for they are dangerous themselves and unwise. Their false history is written in the blood of those who might remember and of those who seek the truth.

Believe me there is no such thing as great suffering, great regret, great memory....everything is forgotten, even a great love. That's what's sad about life, and also what's wonderful about it. There is only a way of looking at things, a way that comes to you every once in a while. That's why it's good to have had love in your life after all, to have had an unhappy passion- it gives you an alibi for the vague despairs we all suffer from.

Memories are like holograms: you recreate in your head the whole image of something which isn't there.

You are not your body; you are not your brain, not even your mind. You are Spirit. All you have to do is reawaken to the memory, to remember.

The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living.

Just because someone thinks they remember something in detail, with confidence and with emotion, does not mean that it actually happened, .. False memories have these characteristics too.

Learning does not make one learned: there are those who have knowledge and those who have understanding. The first requires memory and the second philosophy

You won't be free from guilt if you are constantly replaying the negative memories of your past. If you're going to replay anything, replay your victories!

Young, wild, and free, my whole life ahead of me. So I'm drinking heavily, steadily making memories.

Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I’ve taken for granted.

Unless we change our ways and our direction, our greatness as a nation will soon be a footnote in the history books, a distant memory of an offshore island, lost in the mist of time like Camelot, remembered kindly for its noble past.

We look at the world once, in childhood. The rest is memory.

A daughter is the happy memories of the past, the joyful moments of the present, and the hope and promise of the future.

Drop the last year into the silent limbo of the past. Let it go, for it was imperfect, and thank God that it can go.

We're all just memories of our future selves.

The town was paper, but the memories were not.

Karma is experience, and experience creates memory, and memory creates imagination and desire, and desire creates karma again. If I buy a cup of coffee, that's karma. I now have that memory that might give me the potential desire for having cappuccino, and I walk into Starbucks, and there's karma all over again.

I heard a definition once: Happiness is health and a short memory! I wish I'd invented it, because it is very true.

I think it is all a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is.

There is no rigorous and effective deconstruction without the faithful memory of philosophies and literatures, without the respectful and competent reading of texts of the past, as well as singular works of our own time. Deconstruction is also a certain thinking about tradition and context. Mark Taylor evokes this with great clarity in the course of a remarkable introduction. He reconstitutes a set of premises without which no deconstruction could have seen the light of day.

That is what deconstruction is made of: not the mixture but the tension between memory, fidelity, the preservation of something that has been given to us, and, at the same time, heterogeneity, something absolutely new, and a break.

All propaganda must be confined to a few bare necessities and then must be expressed in a few stereotyped formulas . . . Only constant repetition will finally succeed in imprinting an idea upon the memory of a crowd.

What I have got from my childhood aren't toys, but memories. And happy memories are better than any toy.