Quotes About Memories

Presents? We already bought you a lot of things. Member when we were at the market and I bought you gum? You'member.

My family has a Christmas tradition: Every year, they kill my mom.

Gradually you became my worst memories with a beautiful past

Been there, done that. I'm sure I've got a T-shirt somewhere to prove it.

It's hard to imagine, seeing all of us breathing yet one day each of us shall be gone, leaving memories.

A woman without a past is like a fruitcake without brandy—insipid!

She may be an old flame, but she still smokin'.

The lonely, wistful revisionism of memories is as gratingly repetitive as snow and ice in Canada. I avoid them both at all costs - memories and Canada.

Someone asked me when is my birthday?The poet inside me replied, "My birthday is on the last day of the year, It's 31st December my dear!

He was, out of all sight (as I remember him), the nicest boy that ever spun a top or broke a window.

i prefer to think of the good times. Like when you held my hair as I was vomiting into a bucket.

We were all so young that there were no lines on our faces to read between.

(talking about his father) 230 pounds of nickels in Sears slacks.

I ran around with the other youngsters, hunting, fishing and raising tadpoles and all the rest.

Memories are hunting horns whose sound dies on the wind.

Growing up, I've enjoyed hunting with my father.

I remember seeing war hero Jimmy Doolittle fly a Gee Bee racer there. He was my childhood hero. Many years later, I was lucky enough to go hunting with him.

Jerry [Garcia] got high and Jerry's dead. I went hunting and I'm still Ted.

To me, reading through old letters and journals is like treasure hunting. Somewhere in those faded, handwritten lines there is a story that has been packed away in a dusty old box for years.

One of the central memories of my childhood is of hunting - not well; I am a terrible shot - quail and dove and grouse on a farm on the Tennessee River.

My brother got a .22 for his 12th birthday I got a .22. He got a hunting knife I got a hunting knife.

Colonialism is the massive fog that has clouded our imaginations regarding who we could be, excised our memories of who we once were, and numbed our understanding of our current existence.

You have projected onto yourself a world of your own imagination, based on memories, on desires and fears, and you have imprisoned yourself in it. Break the spell and be free.

The imagination is a palette of bright colors. You can use it to touch up memories — or you can use it to paint dreams.