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Last updated on December 12, 2024.
There were a lot of great memories around 'Star Wars.' It was a foundation - probably for my interest in movies.
Memories are fallible and a timer can save a lot of hard work from going out of the window.
Much of my writing is energized by unresolved memories - something like ghosts in the psychological sense.
I always think clothing is like a scrapbook: you remember all the good memories and the past times.
But my memories are like a fire in winter—whenever I'm cold I can warm my hands at them. —Ditta
I've learned that some memories surprise you and reveal a sharp edge just when you least expect it.
We're not that far from being able to plant images, memories, and emotional states directly into the brain.
No matter how much suffering you went through, you never wanted to let go of those memories.
My first memories are of picketing ex-servicemen's funerals and telling their families they were going to burn in hell.
I sometimes wonder if our memories are a myth. We think we remember, but we are remembering the story and not the actual event?
One's memories aren't what actually happened - they're very subjective. You can always make it much better, right?
That one individual should awaken in another memories that belong to still a third is an obvious paradox.
I've got some wonderful memories of the 2011 Copa America. It was a very special tournament.
People say that bad memories cause the most pain, but it's actually the good ones that drive you insane.
I know a girl made of memories and phrases, lives her whole life in chapters and phases.
To have memories, happy or sorrowful, is a blessing, for it shows we have lived our lives without reservation.
My memories of literary agenting are of a very happy time and there are surprising reminders of it coming back now.
I have the best memories as a kid eating ice cream. It was a family tradition that I had with my father. It was nice.
Experience had taught me that even the most precious memories fade with the passage of time.
What is a family, after all, except memories? Haphazard and precious as the contents of a catch-all drawer in the kitchen.
My adult life, I grew up in Chicago. When I go back there, I always have fond memories.
I had funny memories, too, but the music was more important to me than anything else.
Avicenna California...Museum of my twisted youth, vault of my dearest and most disgusting memories.
Wherever you go, your memories from the place you grew up in always remain special.
Memories are like holograms: you recreate in your head the whole image of something which isn't there.
I don't care if someone remembered me. Life is for living and memories for those who we leave behind.
This is how memories are; what seems so clear and unforgettable at one moment vanishes like steam the next.
...and while ambition sleeps inside of me I content myself with memories of glitter and despair.
Alzheimer's ... it is a barren disease, as empty and lifeless as a desert. It is a thief of hearts and souls and memories.
Plus, according to my mother, memories change like people do, especially if there's enough alcohol involved-Aphrodite
If memories could be canned, would they also have expiry dates? If so, I hope they last for centuries.
Everyone has two memories. The one you can tell and the one that is stuck to the underside of that, the dark, tarry smear of what happened.
Why do some memories bleed out of nowhere and others stay locked behind doors?
I have fond memories of my kabaddi exploits at Lawrence School. I also enjoyed tennis and swimming.
My earliest memories are of traveling from Jacksonville, Florida, to visit my uncle and his family in Tallahassee.
Renault has always been a big player in the motorsport world that brings up incredible memories.
My best memories in life are with my elder sister Priyanka Tiwari and my brother Aishwarya Tripathi.
Pop music is a constant reminder of what you were doing at the time, it holds all sorts of memories.
I am happy as happiness goes, for a woman who has so many memories and who lives the lonely life of an actress
There’s no reason for you to know all that about me. My memories have never served good to anyone. (Acheron)
I have fond memories of Singapore. I shot here for around 25 days for 'Bengali Babu English Mem.'
Grief and memory go together. After someone dies, that's what you're left with. And the memories are so slippery yet so rich.
Warm water rebirthing has a tendency to regress people to birth memories and prenatal states of consciousness.
Broken Matt Hardy was born in Impact Wrestling and I think he had great memories.
All my childhood memories of my mother, is that of someone who was just superwoman, before the phrase was even invented.
When I conjure these memories, they are of the present to me, because after all, the artist is a kind of enchanter in time.
One of my principal childhood memories is hearing one of the Liszt Hungarian Rhapsodies waft throughout the house.
By calling it a memoir, I meant is as a collection of memories. I thought it was (a more) artful (title) than documentary.
The world seems a lonesome place when mother has passed away and only memories of her are left.
You will soon discover that in matters of the heart, memories are much kinder than reality
If I have a last wish, I want to remember you. In an aimless life, to not even have those memories would be hell.
I have memories of doing 'Toys In The Attic' and being on the floor next to my drums, on my back, laughing.
Smell is important. It reminds a person of all the things he's been through; it is a sheath of memories and security.
A daughter is the happy memories of the past, the joyful moments of the present, and the hope and promise of the future.
Memories are nice little possessions. As long as you don't ignore the present when you take them out to play.
If i were to lose my memories, I would rely on music. There is so much of my story embedded in each.
Most everything you think you know about me is nothing more than memories.
The museums and parks are graveyards above the ground- congealed memories of the past that act as a pretext for reality.
I have vivid memories of leaving North Borneo at 8, and I remember the vast canopy of rain forest.
There is a shrine in the temple of age, where lie forever embalmed the memories of such as have deserved well of their country and their race.
