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Holes in the memory. You grab on to some things, others have completely disappeared.
I have great memories of my years in Edmonton and the players who were my teammates.
Before I even took pictures I knew that I wanted to have them as hard copy memories.
Memories... images and precious thoughts that shall not die and cannot be destroyed.
Money can't buy happiness, but it will certainly get you a better class of memories.
The world is shaped by two things — stories told and the memories they leave behind.
My earliest memories are of the civil rights era. My earliest experiences were rage.
If you think the memories of the past too much, you will miss creating the new ones!
Each night I lie down in a graveyard of memories. Moonlight spins a shroud about me.
Anyone who does not feel sufficiently strong in memory should not meddle with lying.
My first memories of life were in rehearsal; thats why I can sleep through anything.
All is mine but nothing owned, nothing owned for memory, and mine only while I look.
Memory is... similar to anticipation: an instrument of simplification and selection.
Love and memory last and will so endure till the game is called because of darkness.
How far away the stars seem, and how far is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart.
Guitar is just something I can do. So much of it now is muscle memory, just instinct.
Most of our oldest memories are the product of repeated rehearsal and reconstruction.
My memories are inside me - they're not things or a place - I can take them anywhere.
The saddest thing that can happen to a person is to find out their memories are lies.
Remembrance of things past is not necessarily the remembrance of things as they were.
We try to keep the beautiful memories, but other things from the past creep up on us.
Photographs supplant and corrupt the past, all the while creating their own memories.
Of what use is the memory of facts, if not to serve as an example of good or of evil?
Memory tempers prosperity, mitigates adversity, controls youth, and delights old age.
I had funny memories, too, but the music was more important to me than anything else.
An old mans memories, like his bones, grow sharp with age and show their true shapes.
Most of my memories of the Sixties are ones of optimism, high spirits and confidence.
There is no sorrow like the memory of love and the knowledge that it is gone forever.
Money is just a symbol we use to facilitate te gathering of memories and experiences.
I have very positive memories of reading biographies of unusual Americans as a child.
My first memories of life were in rehearsal; that's why I can sleep through anything.
Memory, wit, fancy, acuteness, cannot grow young again in old age, but the heart can.
One of my first memories is running up and down the theatre at Wakefield Opera House.
Why do people have memories? It would be easier to die - anything to stop remembering.
By the time I was in sixth grade I could bound every country in the world from memory.
I have a terrible memory because I'm not interested in the past. It's done, it's done.
My earliest childhood memory was watching my parents loosen the wheels on my stroller.
Mem'ry All alone in the moonlight I can smile at the old days Life was beautiful then.
My memories of camp - I was four years old to eight years old - they're fond memories.
Listening to the Beatles' music figures into pretty much all of my childhood memories.
I have the most evil memories of Spain, but I have very few bad memories of Spaniards.
Bridges are meant for burning, when the people and memories they join aren't the same.
One of the best things about aging is being able to watch imagination overtake memory.
I use everything that I pick up in my memory, and everything that vibrates in my soul.
I have very vivid memories of my mom and dad making up batches of fake blood at night.
As I have said so often before, the long memory is the most radical idea in America...
The computing world is very good at things that we are not. It is very good at memory.
I regard myself to have been a young Trostkyite and I have not a single bitter memory.
Memories don’t fade, it is just we who start overlooking the things once done or said.
Memory plays tricks. Memory is another word for story, and nothing is more unreliable.