I have short-term memory loss. I know that some of the memories of the Super Bowl championships are fading.
Learning to read music in Braille & play by ear helped me develop a [very] good memory.
Grief and memory go together. After someone dies, that's what you're left with. And the memories are so slippery yet so rich.
Best memories never hurt, with good memories an individual can pass his whole life without depending on others...
Memory has always been social. Now we’re using search engines and computers to augment our memories, too.
The moral backbone of literature is about that whole question of memory. To my mind it seems clear that those who have no memory have the much greater chance to lead happy lives.
Our dreams must be stronger than our memories. We must be pulled by our dreams, rater than pushed by our memories.
Great music is that which penetrates the ear with facility and leaves the memory with difficulty. Magical music never leaves the memory.
My parents kept us sheltered from this world of Hollywood. I don't have any great memories of bouncing on Cary Grant's knee or something like that.
I've actually got quite a good memory. I've good recall. It's often things which other people might not notice.
This kind of forgetting does not erase memory, it lays the emotion surrounding the memory to rest.
Walls get made, walls crumble, buildings get built, buildings collapse, memories get made, memories last.
In 2003, Congress authorized the construction of a visitor center for the Vietnam Memorial to help provide information and educate the public about the memorial and the Vietnam War.
It's always the generals with the bloodiest records who are the first to shout what a hell it is. And it's always the war widows who lead the Memorial Day parades.
And anyway, the anticipation was always worse than the thing itself - the anticipation and the memory, of course. And the anticipation of the memory was maybe the worst part of all.
We had our thing. It is a really good memory but now we're older. Things change.
The feelings resembled memories; but memories of what? Apparently one can remember things that have never happened.
I'm blessed with a great memory. To be honest, a lot of times, being on my own at such a young age, my memories were all I had. I didn't have many pictures.
Elephants can live to an age of up to 70 or 80 years and they have a good memory. It could be they come across an area that is experiencing a drought. Then they continue on their path and run into people.
A memory is made up of pieces of information taken in and processed by the brain in a way that is unique to each individual.
It only took one imperfection. One. Then laughs would turn into screams [...]. People would turn into memories and memories into nightmares.
