memories quotes

A man always remembers his first love with special tenderness, but after that he begins to bunch them.

Remember that the most valuable antiques are dear old friends.

I hated school. Even to this day, when I see a school bus it’s just depressing to me. The poor little kids.

And when I was young, my family was perfectly nice. I write a lot about it, as you noticed. But it was rather limited. I think, I don’t think anyone in my family would really feel I’d done them an injustice by saying that. We didn’t see many people. There were many books. It was as if I wanted to get away from home.

I don’t dislike any of my exes. If I took time to form a relationship, it’s gonna hurt when we move on, but are you puttin‘ White-Out over all that beautiful time together? That was real time in your life. It’s connected to where you are today.

I love tango, and I used to dance when I was young.

When I was younger we had a grape arbor, and my mom would go out and pick grapes and make grape jam in the sink – boil it, put it in jars, and give it away as gifts.

All of my walls are covered with framed pictures of my friends.

I can’t remember what made my dad take us karting for the first time, I can’t remember really. I was into motorsport by then and I knew everything, and every driver, it was around 2009, 2008. That’s when I first properly knew about Formula One. Those were the days.

My personal telephone book is a book of the dead now. I’m so old. Almost all of my friends have died, and I don’t have the guts to take their names out of the book.

Akron, Ohio, is my home. It will always be remembered. Akron, Ohio, is my life.

Whatever the reasons may be, I was very much affected by events of the 1930s – the Spanish Civil War, for example, though I was barely literate.

It’s still scary every time I go back to the past. Each morning, my heart catches. When I get there, I remember how the light was, where the draft was coming from, what odors were in the air. When I write, I get all the weeping out.

I was 14, and I fell in love with Pink Floyd.

I still close my eyes and go home – I can always draw from that.

Music was an experience, intimately married to your life. You could pay to hear music, but after you did, it was over, gone – a memory.

Love is a really scary thing, and you never know what’s going to happen. It’s one of the most beautiful things in life, but it’s one of the most terrifying. It’s worth the fear because you have more knowledge, experience, you learn from people, and you have memories.

Cooking certain dishes, like roast pork, reminds me of my mother.

I didn’t go to school for a full year until I was 12. In the summer I was a wild child in the woods, with no shoes, and in the fall it was back to the city, shoe shops and school.

In this bright future you can’t forget your past.

I remember coming to New York in 1974 to do a play here called ‚Equis.‘ And I remember the first morning getting up and walking around the streets, and I thought, ‚I’m home.‘ I felt really at peace here.

When I was younger, I used to have more flair, I used to do more tricks, the nutmegs, the step-overs.

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.

When they set off for their first day at their new school, I will never forget that winter morning as I watched our girls, just 7 and 10 years old, pile into those black SUVs with all those big men with guns.

I like to reminisce with people I don’t know.

When I write about a 15-year old, I jump, I return to the days when I was that age. It’s like a time machine. I can remember everything. I can feel the wind. I can smell the air. Very actually. Very vividly.

When I was 8 years old, it mattered what my favorite singer said and wore and expressed opinions about.

I’m from the generation that had the boys‘ door and the girls‘ door when you went to school, and you got in big trouble if you went in the wrong one.

Take care of all your memories. For you cannot relive them.

In the End, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.

No one can look back on his schooldays and say with truth that they were altogether unhappy.

Like all great travellers, I have seen more than I remember, and remember more than I have seen.

If you remember me, then I don’t care if everyone else forgets.

I remember the first time I had sex – I kept the receipt.

To me, my house is always recreating what I lost in youth.

Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by his heart, and his friends can only read the title.

I left Mainz after 18 years and thought, ‚Next time, I will work with a little less of my heart.‘ I said that because we all cried for a week. The city gave us a goodbye party, and it lasted a week.

Christmas is the perfect time to celebrate the love of God and family and to create memories that will last forever. Jesus is God’s perfect, indescribable gift. The amazing thing is that not only are we able to receive this gift, but we are able to share it with others on Christmas and every other day of the year.

This is a moment that I deeply wish my parents could have lived to share. My father would have enjoyed what you have so generously said of me-and my mother would have believed it.

My parents were divorced by the time I was even conscious – like, I don’t remember them ever being together.

My mum passing away wasn’t funny, but that funeral and what I went through, the things that happened, looking back at it, there were funny moments. You have to be strong enough to look back at it, to sit and assess the situation.

My childhood was endless – from eight to 18 felt like hundreds of years.

To me the ego is the habitual and compulsive thought processes that go through everybody’s mind continuously. External things like possessions or memories or failures or successes or achievements. Your personal history.

In my dreams I hear again the crash of guns, the rattle of musketry, the strange, mournful mutter of the battlefield.

There’s something about pulling out a real tape from a shelf and looking at it and knowing that ‚Everlong‘ is on it, or ‚Best of You‘ is on it, and it’s really special.

In the egoic state, your sense of self, your identity, is derived from your thinking mind – in other words, what your mind tells you about yourself: the storyline of you, the memories, the expectations, all the thoughts that go through your head continuously and the emotions that reflect those thoughts. All those things make up your sense of self.

I remember I used to sleep on my records. In a room with no furniture. I remember I used to sleep in my car.

Whenever I think of the past, it brings back so many memories.

Some people seem to fade away but then when they are truly gone, it’s like they didn’t fade away at all.

Our moments of inspiration are not lost though we have no particular poem to show for them; for those experiences have left an indelible impression, and we are ever and anon reminded of them.

Memories are thoughts that arise. They’re not realities. Only when you believe that they are real, then they have the power over you. But when you realize it’s just another thought arising about the past, then you can have a spacious relationship with that thought. The thought no longer has you in its grip.

That great Cathedral space which was childhood.

When I was a boy we didn’t wake up with Vietnam and have Cyprus for lunch and the Congo for dinner.

Smell is a potent wizard that transports you across thousands of miles and all the years you have lived.

My relationship with the mountains actually started when I was 16. Every year, a group used to be taken from Auckland Grammar down to the Tangariro National Park for a skiing holiday.

My life is mine to remember.

San Francisco is gone. Nothing remains of it but memories.

The things hardest to bear are sweetest to remember.

What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.

So long as the memory of certain beloved friends lives in my heart, I shall say that life is good.