Spare the rod and spoil the Memorial Day rotisserie.
Keep memories of insult on a short leash, and memories of blessing on a long one.
...I still cannot tap on your walls and discover by the hollow or firm sounds which of your walls are merely decorative, and which ones hold everything up.
Memory is all we are. Moments and feelings, captured in amber, strung on filaments of reason. Take a man’s memories and you take all of him. Chip away a memory at a time and you destroy him as surely as if you hammered nail after nail through his s...
Thus, the "memories" that people reported contained little information about the event they were trying to recall (the speaker's tone of voice) but were greatly influenced by the properties of the retrieval cue that we gave them (the positive or nega...
Memory is a part of the present. It builds us up inside; it knits our bones to our muscles and keeps our hearts pumping. It is memory that reminds our bodies to work, and memory that reminds our spirits to work to: it keeps us who we are.~Candle
You can make a difference in another person's life and not realize it, just by giving them One Moment of your time, One Memory to recall, One Motion that tells them they are not alone! OM!
The externalization of memory [via the use of external symbolic storage systems] has altered the actual memory architecture within which humans think, which is changing the role of biological memory, the way in which the human brain deploys its resou...
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 cappuccin...
I have a terrible memory of my own past. I can barely remember my childhood. I have few memories from college and law school - though once I got married, I got the advantage of being able to consult my husband's memory.
Ariadne: These aren't just dreams. These are memories. And you said never to use memories. Cobb: I know I did. Ariadne: You're trying to keep her alive. You can't let her go. Cobb: You don't understand. These are moments I regret, the memories that I...
The memories of one's youth make for long, long thoughts.
We enter this universe alone in search of microscopic beauty—and while we love, or are loved by others—we leave this world completely alone, having only found infinite sorrow. Despite there being so many of us, each of us tragically realizes that...
In her eyes was the reflection of everything that mattered: old diners with neon signs, vinyl records, celluloid film, drive-in movies, Pears soap, department stores, her brother’s old blue Camaro car and the smell of coal dust in the rainy sky of ...
Memories wasn't a place, memories was in the mind.
the price of a memory is the memory of the sorrow it brings
Memories demand attention, and these memories will have teeth.
I’ll be like Esther. Your daughter.” “You ain’t that strong.
There's a preoccupation with memory and the operation of memory and a rather rapacious interest in history.
I have a lot of fond memories of St. Patrick's Day in Chicago. Vague, but fond.
Memory is not wisdom; idiots can by rote repeat volumes. Yet what is wisdom without memory?
