Top 1200 Great Memories Quotes & Sayings - Page 20
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Last updated on November 6, 2024.
It's our memories that make us who we are. Without them, we're nothing. If that means we have to hurt sometimes, it's worth it.
But surely, if you trust God, you can believe the bad moments pass, and the good memories are worth enough.
Every country has its own perspective on the Second World War. This is not surprising when experiences and memories are so different.
I have made many memories during my time with Chelsea, which I will take with me into my next challenge.
We're naturally afraid of a spider - these are memories that are being chemically passed down through your DNA.
Warm water rebirthing has a tendency to regress people to birth memories and prenatal states of consciousness.
The greatest joys of life are happy memories. Your job is to create as many of them as possible.
During the day, memories could be held at bay, but at night, dreams became the devil's own accomplices.
I'm happy with the memories of Germany - I lived and played there for five years, and made lots of good friends.
My fondest memories are of being hidden away in Scotland or Spain writing and working on songs for Wings.
Relationships may change throughout the gift of time, memories stay the same forever in my mind.
To reminisce with my old friends, a chance to share some memories, and play our songs again.
There are many things I do for amusement, but for happiness I like to gather up my memories and go for a walk in the rain.
Memories are nice little possessions. As long as you don't ignore the present when you take them out to play.
I have short-term memory loss. I know that some of the memories of the Super Bowl championships are fading.
We are the first to honour the memories of those who perished through slavery, by declaring August 1 as Emancipation Day.
For me, food is about memories, feelings, emotions, and so is Le Bernardin, and that's why it's not just a restaurant.
Plus, according to my mother, memories change like people do, especially if there's enough alcohol involved-Aphrodite
It is the beautiful task of Advent to awaken in all of us memories of goodness and thus to open doors of hope.
My fondest memories are generally the day after Thanksgiving. I get the total decorating Christmas itch.
Travel is a new experience that can transport you out of your everyday routine to create memories with the ones you love.
Each night I lie down in a graveyard of memories. Moonlight spins a shroud about me.
The world seems a lonesome place when mother has passed away and only memories of her are left.
I have these memories of watching my dad thoroughly enjoying his work and I would have so much fun on the sets.
No memory is ever alone; it's at the end of a trail of memories, a dozen trails that each have their own associations.
You must never forget it if that's an important memory to you. Especially when a person dies, he can only live in the memories of others.
Memories are bullets. Some whiz by and only spook you. Others tear you open and leave you in pieces.
Travel has always been one of the best ways to make new memories and reconnect with your loved ones.
I will go back to riding one day - when I have kids. I have such amazing childhood memories of being on horseback.
Memories, how they linger in the twilight and in the wee small hours sometimes just before dawn.
I have had so many beautiful memories with all of my celebrity partners! They all have shaped me into the person that I am today.
That you are not already golden word in our streets Already memories Your love fades Already Whether you are no longer to have perished.
The kitchen is the heart of every home, for the most part. It evokes memories of your family history.
I take you and pile high the memories. Death will break her claws on some I keep.
Magnus gazed upon Camille. "Some of my fondest memories include lashings of cream and beautiful women.
These memories, which are my life--for we possess nothing certainly except the past--were always with me.
I'm always trying to figure out ways to keep hold of memories. My one-sentence journal, for instance.
My first memories are of picketing ex-servicemen's funerals and telling their families they were going to burn in hell.
Hit a tripwire of smell and memories explode all at once. A complex vision leaps out of the undergrowth.
Experience had taught me that even the most precious memories fade with the passage of time.
Books are like flypaper, memories cling to the printed pages better than anything else.
There are so many happy memories that will be made. You just have to live long enough to get to them.
Memories were like sunshine. They warmed you up and left a pleasant glow, but you couldn't hold them.
I know a girl made of memories and phrases, lives her whole life in chapters and phases.
I do remember the space program from my earliest memories. It's always been with me and something I wanted to be a part of.
There is nothing steadfast in life but our memories. We are sure of keeping intact only that which we have lost.
There's a brief moment when you first wake up, where you have no memories. A blissful blank slate, a happy emptiness.
I want my children to have fantastic memories of their growing years, so I try to be as much a part of their lives as possible.
I grew up in New York City, and I've got wonderful memories of the Fourth of July fireworks.
The memories I can gather now of my parents are quite contradicting. My mother was the disciplinarian and my dad was the rule breaker.
My objective is not to play for money, as I just want to leave good memories. That is the most important thing!
Truly happy memories always live on, shining. Over time, one by one, they come back to life.
I've good memories of fighting at the Echo Arena. It's been a happy hunting ground for me in the past.
I could tell you it's the heart, but what is really killing him is loneliness. Memories are worse than bullets.
As long as we remember a person, they're not really gone. Their thoughts, their feelings, their memories, they become a part of us.
Leftovers in their less visible form are called memories. Stored in the refrigerator of the mind and the cupboard of the heart.
All good novelists have bad memories. What you remember comes out as journalism; what you forget goes into the compost of the imagination.
I sometimes wonder if our memories are a myth. We think we remember, but we are remembering the story and not the actual event?
Our memories have voices, too. Often sad ones that clamor like raised arms in the dark.
Sadly, I have very vague memories of Burma. The family was forced to leave when the generals took over.
