Quotes About Memories

Parents are the keepers of their children's memories until they're old enough to hold their own.

Whatever notes Sam had written in there were lost to history.

In a few hours I'm going to be eleven. That's a whole new decade…I have fifteen kids coming here tomorrow night. That's fifteen friends who chose to come to my party instead of Leo's. Even if I'll be stuck wearing a Dorothy costume, I'm going to try to have a good time. After all, like Mom said, I'm only going to turn eleven once. I just wish I wasn't doing it alone.

The future is all possibilities, but the past is set in stone. All those ghosts of ourselves, our youth, still alive inside us, but out of our reach forever. We meet them when we close our eyes, when we let our memories come alive." He shakes his head. "But that's all they are. Memories. No more real than a dream.

For my confirmation, I didn't get a watch and my first pair of long pants, like most Lutheran boys. I got a telescope. My mother thought it would make the best gift.

Photographing my success was my best photo."

There are no memories in a bottle full of wine.

these days of exotic splendour may stand out in each lifetime like marble mileposts in an alluvial land

and all I ever really wonder is if you think about me when I'm not there.

I put the copy of 'A Christmas Carol' that my grandfather had first read to me 60 years ago on my desk, and I began to write. The result, for better or for worse, is the 'Christmas Spirits.' I plan to read it to my grandson.

Wesley Crusher will only live on in reruns. I will never get to bring him to life again, and that makes me a little sad. I'd like to try on his spacesuit and his oversized brain one last time and see how they fit now. After I posted that entry, the

Forever on Thanksgiving Day the heart will find the pathway home.

I tasted freedom and a way of life from which there could be no recall.

Die Summe unseres Lebens sind die Stunden, in denen wir liebten.

Where is the woman who has ever really torn from her heart the image that has been once fixed in it by a true love? Books tell us that such unearthly creatures have existed - but what does our own experiences say in answer to books?

The books—the generous friends who met me without suspicion—the merciful masters who never used me ill! The only years of my life that I can look back on with something like pride... Early and late, through the long winter nights and the quiet summer days, I drank at the fountain of knowledge, and never wearied of the draught.

The rules of the betting are intelligent: recent events and the current context have the most weight in determining an interpretation. When no recent event comes to mind, more distant memories govern.

When uncertain, System 1 bets on an answer, and the bets are guided by experience. The rules of the betting are intelligent: recent events and the current context have the most weight in determining an interpretation. When no recent event comes to mind, more distant memories govern.

Memories are all we get to keep from our experience of living. The only perspective that we can adopt as we think about our lives is therefore that of the remembering self.

You seem to be devoting your entire vacation to the construction of memories. Perhaps you should put away the camera and enjoy the moment, even if it is not very memorable?

you know, when my father died, I spent alot of time thinking I wasn't a great son. like, maybe I could've listened more, or spend more time together. I felt so guilty, he did everything for me, and I did nothing for him. then, one day, I realized I did the greatest think before he died. I held his hand, and said goodbye.

And so the picture that I showed her that Sunday, a picture I'd seen countless times since I was a boy, brought home to me for the first time the strangeness of my relationship to the people I was interviewing, people who were rich in memories but poor in keepsakes, whereas I was so rich in the keepsakes but had no memories to go with them.

Cosicché leggere era a quei tempi un atto sovversivo. Alla scoperta del romanzo si univa l'eccitazione di disobbedire alla famiglia. Duplice incanto! Oh, il ricordo di quelle ore di lettura rubate sotto le coperte alla luce di una torcia elettrica!

Isabelle [era] la piccola prosivendola che dai tempi immemorabili della loro infanzia considerava il libro l'indispensabile materasso dell'anima.