When you lose someone who's as close as your own skin, the only place you can find him again is hidden inside your memories.
Everyone, no matter what their cultural background, has a right to discover the sacred in nature; to heal and be redeemed spiritually by nature; and to revere the ancestors. We are all haunted and saved by our memories.
Memory was a curse, yes, he thought, but it was also the greatest gift. Because if you lost memory you lost everything.
This country awakens so many memories, though each seems like some restless sparrow I know will flee any moment into the breeze.
It's strange how memory gets twisted and pulled like taffy in its retelling, how a single event can mean something different to everyone present.
I feel that the essence of dance is the expression of man--the landscape of his soul. I hope that every dance I do reveals something of myself or some wonderful thing a human can be.
You can be Eastern or Burmese or what have you, but the function of the body and the awareness of the body results in dance and you become a dancer, not just a human being.
At the time I started in ballet they were dancing 'The Spirit of Champagne' on pointe, in Paris. I thought, 'I don't want to dance the spirit of champagne, I want to drink it!
A scene should be selected by the writer for haunted-ness-of-mind interest. If you're not haunted by something, as by a dream, a vision, or a memory, which are involuntary, you're not interested or even involved.
An act of kindness may take only a moment of our time, but when captured in the heart the memory lives forever.
But that's how memory works," Bitterblue said quietly. "Things disappear without your permission, they come back again without your permission." And sometimes they come back incomplete or warped
My mind has cleared a little; I’ve regained some instincts and associations, echoes of the Living world if not actual memories. Those I still have to steal.
Here at last is her smile: burn it into your memory; you won't see it often.
Over the years Woodstock got glorified and romanticised and became the event that symbolised Utopia. It's the last page of our collective memory of the age of innocence. Then things turned ugly and would never be the same again.
The history of my life must begin by the earliest circumstance which my memory can evoke; it will therefore commence when I had attained the age of eight years and four months.
Man-made computers are limited in their performance by finite processing speed and memory. So, too, the cosmic computer is limited in power by its age and the finite speed of light.
Memories shrink. Like a soap bar used over and over, they become deformed, weaker scented, too slight and slippery to hold.
Kiss me again. Let me imagine for a moment that you belong to me. The memory will keep me company in my solitude.
My life will be measured in years; his will be measured in memories. I'm determined that whatever time we have together will never fade from his mind.
Today and every day, live and lead the memory you want to leave behind.
It's a poor sort of memory that only works backwards,' says the White Queen to Alice.
