Quotes About Memory

The first snowball I froze was put in my mother's deep freeze when I was in my early 20s.

I could not tell you the date of my mother's death. I could not tell you the date of my dad's death. These are not dates that I find significant.

Sooner or later we all quote our mothers.

Nicole will come up in conversations where it's in a part of the conversation. Or we may be somewhere and I would tell some story about their mother and I. You know, we always honor her birthday.

A kiss from my mother made me a painter.

Every word you have ever uttered, is engraved upon my heart. -Lazarus to his mother.

The experience of poetry could bring my mother back to me. Poetry offers a different kind of solace - here on earth.

Maman died today. Or yesterday maybe, I don't know. I got a telegram from the home: 'Mother deceased. Funeral tomorrow. Faithfully yours.' That doesn't mean anything. Maybe it was yesterday.

If kids can forget their own mothers but still have a sense of comrade Lenin, then Soviet power really is here to stay!

My mother's brother was killed while clearing mines in 1945. Those are things that mark your childhood and they help explain why we are so devoted to European unity.

When I was 5, my mother threw a party, and a friend and I wrote and performed a play called The Dutch Doll.

One cannot remember mother and forget God.

Our mothers who have gone are buried in our bodies. It can be said that we were born with dead mothers in our body.

Mother does not exist, like water that has given life to a flower and then disappeared. Mothers live somewhere after giving birth to us.

When my mother was sick, I found myself needing to put down in my journals all sorts of things - to try to understand them, and, I think, to try to remember them.

Nothing is ever going to describe in words what your mother looked like at twenty when the moonlight just fell on her face in such a way. Only a picture can show you that.

Except for the violin pieces and a few of my orchestra pieces, all of my works from the Passacaglia on relate to the death of my mother.

my mother always found me out. Always. She's been dead for thirty-five years, but I have this feeling that even now she's watching.

I think "waste of your brain" is something that my mother would say to me occasionally - I think it's usually when I'm telling her something like that I can remember every outfit I've ever worn.

The little boy who goes to the store and forgets what his mother sent him for, will probably grow up to be a congressman.

"And tired" always followed sick. Worst beating I ever got in my life, my mother said, "I am just sick..." And I said, "And tired." I don't remember anything after that.

I want to tell you how much I miss my mother. Bits of her are still there. I miss her most when I'm sitting across from her.

A bad memory is the mother of invention.

In the Eucharistic Sacrifice the Church venerates the memory of Mary the ever Virgin Mother of God and the memory of Saint Joseph, because he fed Him whom the faithful must eat as the Bread of Life