Top 1200 Vivid Memories Quotes & Sayings - Page 18

Photographs put time into such a perspective. They humble us and our selfish memories.

The periods between my 11th and 18th years remain the most vivid in my memory because this was the time of my first attempts at experimentation, which might never have been made had I lived in the city. I made hazardous investigations of the principles of flight, launching myself from the tops of haystacks with a homemade glider.

To feel beauty is a better thing than to understand how we come to feel it. To have imagination and taste, to love the best, to be carried by the contemplation of nature to a vivid faith in the ideal, all this is more, a great deal more, than any science can hope to be.

It's regrets that make painful memories. When I was crazy I did everything just right.

To forgive is not to forget. The merit lies in loving in spite of the vivid knowledge that one that must be loved is not a friend. There is not merit in loving an enemy when you forget him for a friend.

What's important is not the accolades and memories of success but the way you respond when opportunities are denied.

Sometimes the song isn't strong enough to contain the fiction, because memories are fictions.

I would love to live in 'The Lord of the Rings.' J. R. R. Tolkien's world is so vivid and rich and sensual. I love the country setting and the routine of the hobbits. Of course, I would like to be a hobbit who goes on small adventures - not huge, horrifying ones like Frodo's quest.

I'd rather come back with a few transcendent memories than an album of snapshots.

Money is just a symbol we use to facilitate te gathering of memories and experiences.

One of my earliest memories is of my father carrying me in one arm with a picket sign in the other.

Mr. Buckles has a vivid recollection of historic times, and one way for me to honor the service of those who wear the uniform in the past and those who wear it today is to herald you, sir, and to thank you very much for your patriotism and your love for America.

If you think the memories of the past too much, you will miss creating the new ones!

A lot of people make memories as a high-school student, but I never had that.

It is commonly seene by experience, that excellent memories do rather accompany weake judgements.

It doesn't matter what you do. In the end, you are going to be judged, and all the times that you're not at your most dignified are the ones that will be recalled in all their vivid, heartbreaking detail. And then of course these things will be distorted and exaggerated and replayed over and over, until eventually they turn into the essence of you: your cartoon.

I have good memories of DPR Korea because I played there twice and won both the games.

I like shooting in New York because I have such a connection to the city. I have so many memories there.

Why do people have memories? It would be easier to die - anything to stop remembering.

My college roommate gave me her copy of 'Lord of the Rings,' and I read that probably five or six times - not because I think it's the greatest thing ever written, though some people certainly think it is - but the world he creates is so vivid. So real that he designed its own languages, history and mythology.

I want to believe that memories, even sad and painful ones, should not be forgotten forever.

Like a bird singing in the rain, let grateful memories survive in time of sorrow.

Do I believe, for example, that by using magic I could fly? No. How would you get around gravity? Impossible. Do I believe that I might be able to project my consciousness into a very, very vivid simulation of flying? Yeah. Yes, I've done that. Yes, that works.

Some of my favorite memories happened in the Boy Meets World classroom.

All memories fashioned at the level of a child's eye were unreliable in scale.

The thing for me though, is that songs are good depending on the memories I have with them.

We're trying to create the connections of today that become the next generation's memories of tomorrow.

My last vivid boyhood fright from books came when I was 15; I was visiting my uncle and aunt in Greenwich, and, emboldened by my success with 'The Waste Land,' I opened their copy of 'Ulysses.' The whiff of death off those remorseless, closely written pages overpowered me. So: back to soluble mysteries, and jokes that were not cosmic.

War loses a great deal of its romance after a soldier has seen his first battle. I have a more vivid recollection of the first that the last one I was in. It is a classical maxim that it is sweet and becoming to die for one's country; but whoever has seen the horrors of a battlefield feels that it is far sweeter to live for it.

I don't really have childhood-type memories. I had to grow up very young.

There is a vague popular belief that lawyers are necessarily dishonest. I say vague, because when we consider to what extent confidence and honors are reposed in and conferred upon lawyers by the people, it appears improbable that their impression of dishonesty is very distinct and vivid. Yet the impression is common, almost universal.

Helen Lowe writes wonderful stories, yes, but her work also speaks with lyricism to deeper questions of how we treat each other. With lovely prose that brings vivid life to her characters, she creates a universe with people we care about. This is an author with a gift for fantasy.

Memories don’t fade, it is just we who start overlooking the things once done or said.

No matter how far we travel, the memories will follow in the baggage car.

The past is a palimpsest. Early memories are always obscured by accumulations of later knowledge.

I was never one to begrudge people their memories. From a child I would listen when they spoke of the past.

I answer the heroic question, 'Death, where is thy sting?' with 'It is in my heart and mind and memories.

Tis never the place, but the people one shares it with who are the cause of our happiest memories.

Memories, important yesterdays, were once todays. Treasure and notice today.

I've got a lot of very fond memories playing football from the ages of four.

Once, I was a master at recycling leftovers. Now I cultivate the art of simmering memories.

Women are more emotional than men, so they must attach emotion to their memories.

Most of my memories of Texas are of mosquitoes, watermelons, crickets, and my brother teasing me.

I've learned that education, experience, and memories are three things that no one can take away from you.

I am too old and stiff-necked to change my memories now.

It’s great to reminisce about good memories of my past. It was enjoyable when it was today.

As I handed her the bag, the old scars on my wrist throbbed with buried memories.

The best things in life come in threes, like friends, dreams, and memories.

Memories are links in a golden chain that bind us until we meet again.

The poetic beauty of Davy's mind never seems to have left him. To that circumstance I would ascribe the distinguishing feature in his character, and in his discoveries,-a vivid imagination sketching out new tracts in regions unexplored, for the judgement to select those leading to the recesses of abstract truth.

Some of my finest memories are from my time at the University of Texas. College baseball, I love it.

Physicists, being in no way different from the rest of the population, have short memories for what is inconvenient.

It's sad to know I'm done. But looking back, I've got a lot of great memories.

You'll always remember your first car and the memories that come with it - that sense of adventure!

One day these will just be memories that I haveso I try to enjoy it as much as possible

(B)ut who can start over when memories never leave you? —Ruth Mendenberg

When you talk to people who have been in combat, there's a sensory overload that happens. The color becomes vivid. Sounds become more pronounced. People talk about how, for them, the war was technicolor and real life was black and white after the war.

He was an amazing father. I clutched my memories of him to my heart for so long, but he's a part of the world.

My first vivid memory is...when first I looked into her face and she looked into mine. That I do remember, and that exchanging looks I have carried with me all of my life. We recognized each other. I was her child and she was my mother.

Memories are like mulligatawny soup in a cheap restaurant. It is best not to stir them.