Our memories have voices, too. Often sad ones that clamor like raised arms in the dark.
How obvious can it be? ... The purpose of makeup is to defy the degradations of time, and time is just a synonym for death.
It is interesting how one word can spark memories that one believes she has buried beyond recognition.
What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined - to strengthen each other - to be at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories.
What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined to strengthen each other, to be at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories
'Wolf Hall' attempts to duplicate not the historian's chronology but the way memory works: in leaps, loops, flashes.
Not all the truths are told, dreams are shattered, words are unspoken, memories are haunting but the imagination is still fighting to settle down.
I can say I'm a little scared of racing. It brings back memories, of course. But it's nothing I can't handle.
[T]he very color of the air in the place I was born was different, the smell of the earth was special, redolent with memories of my parents.
The memories stayed with him for so long, and stayed vivid. And it didn't matter to me that he'd already repeated that before. I could hear it forever.
I volunteered at a homeless shelter in preparation for 'Being Flynn,' and when I'm walking along the Bowery, that's the first thing that comes to mind. That's a nice memory.
No trace of slavery ought to mix with the studies of the freeborn man. No study, pursued under compulsion, remains rooted in the memory.
I have a horrible memory and I used to consider that a liability, but I've learned along the way that talking to people is really a beautiful thing.
We all have strategies to distract ourselves from what we cannot bear. Memory, for example, serves such a function.
Writing therapy is my form of healing. Try and detach yourself from painful memories by infusing characters and then stepping back.
In some instances, the accuracy of past-life memories can be objectively verified, sometimes with remarkable detail.
Memory has always been fundamental for me. In fact, remembering what I had forgotten is the way most of the poems get started.
The Taj, the Blue Mosque in Istanbul, Cracao Basilica and Polish church are some monuments that hold a special place in my memory.
Well then, music take me on that wonderful journey of my lost memories, and never take me back to reality.
What you had yesterday is only memories; what you will have tomorrow is your dreams and what you will do today, let it be love.
Your brain activates a magnificent system to store memories as reference points for you to learn from... not to create a past for you to be stuck in.
