Top 1200 Our Memories Quotes & Sayings - Page 20

Some of my greatest memories were on a little league field. We didn't even have any uniforms.

I have so many just precious, fond memories that revolve around food, and that's why I have such a passion for it.

I have a lot of great memories, but I can't imagine anything more exciting than the life I have now.

We try to keep the beautiful memories, but other things from the past creep up on us.

The most beautiful things are not associated with money; they are memories and moments. If you don't celebrate those, they can pass you by.

That one individual should awaken in another memories that belong to still a third is an obvious paradox.

A theory of creativity is actually just a metaphor. A pool of ideas, a well of memories, a voice.

Memories have no life. They're just pale reminders of a time that's gone-like faded photographs.

My best memories in life are with my elder sister Priyanka Tiwari and my brother Aishwarya Tripathi.

A daughter is the happy memories of the past, the joyful moments of the present, and the hope and promise of the future.

Both expectations and memories are more than mere images founded on previous experience.

There were a lot of great memories around 'Star Wars.' It was a foundation - probably for my interest in movies.

Smell is important. It reminds a person of all the things he's been through; it is a sheath of memories and security.

Our freedom is also incomplete, dear compatriots, as long as we are denied our security by criminals who prey on our communities, who rob our businesses and undermine our economy, who ply their destructive trade in drugs in our schools, and who do violence against our women and children.

Most everything you think you know about me is nothing more than memories.

One's memories aren't what actually happened - they're very subjective. You can always make it much better, right?

Nostalgia can be an awful bore, especially for those whose memories are painted in hues different from ours.

No matter how much suffering you went through, you never wanted to let go of those memories.

I testify that our teacher, our shepherd, is Christ, our best friend, who clears up all our doubts. He heals our wounds and turns our pain into sweet experiences.

Memories are fallible and a timer can save a lot of hard work from going out of the window.

My earliest memories were in the back of my grandad's car listening to Test Match Special.

The evidence of our acceptance in the Beloved rises in proportion to our love, to our repentance, to our humility, to our faith, to our self-denial, to our delight in duty. Other evidence than this the Bible knows not God has not given.

The older we get, the swifter time seems to pass and the quicker memories seem to fade.

The reality is that the NBA was in worse shape in the '70s and early '80s. People have convenient memories.

Writers, like elephants, have long, vicious memories. There are things I wish I could forget.

For me, returning to Los Angeles annihilates the memories of where I have just been with an astonishing speed.

My earliest memories are the best. I always try to remember the good times when Daddy was alive.

Everywhere in my house are these little things that have meanings and make me think of great memories.

One of my principal childhood memories is hearing one of the Liszt Hungarian Rhapsodies waft throughout the house.

One extremely important purpose of emotions from an evolutionary perspective is to help us decide what to remember and what to forget. The cavewoman who could remember which cave had the gentle guy who gave her food is more likely to be our foremother than the cave woman who confused it with the cave that held the killer bear. The emotion of love (or something resembling it) and the emotion of fear would help secure her memories.

You will soon discover that in matters of the heart, memories are much kinder than reality

In the future, the Internet might become a 'brain net' where we send memories, feelings and sensations.

My adult life, I grew up in Chicago. When I go back there, I always have fond memories.

I'm always coming up with ideas that have been inspired by memories, everyday life and this and that and the other.

I've got some wonderful memories of the 2011 Copa America. It was a very special tournament.

It is only in God that we discover our origin, our identity, our meaning, our purpose, our significance, and our destiny. Every other path leads to a dead end.

I have vivid memories of leaving North Borneo at 8, and I remember the vast canopy of rain forest.

We're not that far from being able to plant images, memories, and emotional states directly into the brain.

This is how memories are; what seems so clear and unforgettable at one moment vanishes like steam the next.

I don't care if someone remembered me. Life is for living and memories for those who we leave behind.

Everything that's really worthwhile in life comes to us free - our minds, our souls, our bodies, our hopes, our dreams, our intelligence, our love of family and friends and country. All of these priceless possessions are free.

It is not true that the legislator has absolute power over our persons and property, since they pre-exist, and his work is only to secure them from injury. It is not true that the mission of the law is to regulate our consciences, our ideas, our will, our education, our sentiments, our works, our exchanges, our gifts, our enjoyments. Its mission is to prevent the rights of one from interfering with those of another, in any one of these things.

I think back to when I was growing up in Fort Worth, Texas, in the 1950s, during the [John] McCarthy era, with two parents who founded a Unitarian Church. We lived in a little frame house, and my bedroom was just down the hall from the kitchen. My favorite memories of childhood are of the smell of coffee wafting into my bedroom as my parents and their friends talked about the big, important things - about racism and about how to move our country to live its values.

We all have experiences and memories from miniature golf. I had my first kiss at hole nine at Golfland.

Before I even took pictures I knew that I wanted to have them as hard copy memories.

I don't think I'll ever act again. I have so many wonderful memories, but those days are over.

There’s no reason for you to know all that about me. My memories have never served good to anyone. (Acheron)

Acting brings up a lot of the past. I use my memories, whether they're good or bad.

We've sweated and torn out our hair trying to reconstruct our chosen lives, to fashion them like literary sculptures, at once monumental and yet human. We've applied all of our intelligence, our empathy, our critical faculties, our compassion - and we think, in our delusion, that it's still 1960, and our work is going to get noticed.

What is a family, after all, except memories? Haphazard and precious as the contents of a catch-all drawer in the kitchen.

We are warned by the Word both of our duty, our danger, and our remedy. On the sea of life there would be many more wrecks if it were not for the divine storm-signals which give to the watchful a timely warning. The Bible should be our Mentor, our Monitor, our Memento Mori, our Remembrancer, and the Keeper of our Conscience.

If i were to lose my memories, I would rely on music. There is so much of my story embedded in each.

I have fond memories of my kabaddi exploits at Lawrence School. I also enjoyed tennis and swimming.

Even though it was a stressful time in my life, I have a lot of good memories from my Idol experience.

Mardi Gras is the love of life. It is the harmonic convergence of our food, our music, our creativity, our eccentricity, our neighborhoods, and our joy of living. All at once.

All my childhood memories of my mother, is that of someone who was just superwoman, before the phrase was even invented.

There is a point in the grieving process when you can run away from memories or walk straight toward them.

Our actual enemy is not any force exterior to ourselves, but our own crying weaknesses, our cowardice, our selfishness, our hypocrisy, our purblind sentimentalism.

Writers should take advantage of their surroundings, if only to trigger memories that juice their writing.

Memories are fallible and a timer can save a lot of hard work from going out of the window