The memories of one's youth make for long, long thoughts.
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.
Hope has a good memory, gratitude a bad one.
Learning to read music in Braille and play by ear helped me develop a damn good memory.
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?
They had stolen my memories from me! Nobody had that right. Nobody! My memories belonged to me. Stealing memories was stealing time. I got so mad, I lost all fear. I didn't care what happened. I want to live! I told myself. I will live. I will get ou...
The terror of being judged sharpens the memory: it sends an inevitable glare over that long-unvisited past which has been habitually recalled only in general phrases. Even without memory, the life is bound into one by a zone of dependence in growth a...
Good memories last long, bad ones last longer.
Everyone blames his memory, but never his judgement.
But some memories are more important than others,' she says. 'Because some memories belong to more than just one other person...Some memories tell us about who we are. They need to be kept safe so that things can change for all of us
I shouldn't have taken a vow of silence, I told myself. What did I want? Nothing much. Just a memorial. But what is a memorial, when you come right down to it, but a commemoration of wounds endured? Endured, and resented. Without memory, there can be...
You must know that there is nothing higher and stronger and more wholesome and good for life in the future than some good memory, especially a memory of childhood, of home. People talk to you a great deal about your education, but some good, sacred m...
I sit quietly and think about my mom. It's funny how memory erodes, If all I had to work from were my childhood memories, my knowledge of my mother would be faded and soft, with a few sharp memories standing out.
There was once a house built out of memories and inside this house lived a woman called The Memory Snatcher. This woman was my Aunt Beydan. She was a sorceress and as a child I feared she would stalk me in my sleep and steal all my memories until I c...
For me, time does not seem to pass; rather, it surrounds me. Thus I do not feel removed from memories, nor do they lose their intensity. I have keen recollections not because I have a good memory—I simply retrieve them from the ether. When memories...
When in the dark seek the light, when in light treasure the sun.
