A lot of my childhood memories involve walking home in floods of tears. At that age, feeling unpopular is difficult to handle.
At the heart of memory, is the stillness of time.
For with the perturbations of memory are linked the intermittencies of the heart.
The path of your life can change in an instant.
Not now.It's too late.It was always too late.
The devil is always around the corner.
I like the rain. It washes memories off the sidewalk of life.
Some memories are presents that I'm unable to unwrap over and over.
There's no consciousness without senses and memories.
Memories, even bittersweet ones, are better than nothing.
Writers are the custodians of memory...
Phantoms of thought and memory thinned and fled.
Memories are what makes each person different.
Most of us have fond memories of food from our childhood. Whether it was our mom's homemade lasagna or a memorable chocolate birthday cake, food has a way of transporting us back to the past.
I marvel at the resilience of the Jewish people. Their best characteristic is their desire to remember. No other people has such an obsession with memory.
My earliest memories are the best. I always try to remember the good times when Daddy was alive.
There were some memories, though, that never faded.
And a man without memories is just a shell.
My memories are inside me - they're not things or a place - I can take them anywhere.
Memorial Service: Farewell party for someone who already left.
Whenever I think of the past, it brings back so many memories.
