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Memory has always been fundamental for me. In fact, remembering what I had forgotten is the way most of the poems get started.
That old man dies prematurely whose memory records no benefits conferred. They only have lived long who have lived virtuously.
Memory is the crux of our humanity. Without memory we have no identities. That is really why I am committing an autobiography.
I believe that we can access stories, and voices from those around us, more easily often than from our own imperfect memories.
In childhood, we press our nose to the pane, looking out. In memories of childhood, we press our nose to the pane, looking in.
A lot of my childhood memories involve walking home in floods of tears. At that age, feeling unpopular is difficult to handle.
You may forsake a person, a family, some location of the heart, but scars and memories cannot be discarded like used clothing.
When I smell pho, I just automatically think of my mom. All these nostalgic feelings and memories come rushing through my head.
So the days, the last days, blow about in a memory, hazy autumnal, all alike as leaves: until a day unlike any other I've lived
I've always been fascinated by the operation of memory - the way in which it is not linear but fragmented, and its ambivalence.
The people we most love do become a physical part of us, ingrained in our synapses, in the pathways where memories are created.
Leftovers in their less visible form are called memories. Stored in the refrigerator of the mind and the cupboard of the heart.
I actually interviewed other people about myself, and that alerted me to the fact that I had to really investigate my memories.
One of my most strong memories was studying with Mel Bochner, one of the, I think, high water marks of American conceptual art.
The past, with its pleasures, its rewards, its foolishness, its punishments, is there for each of us forever, and it should be.
Today I know that all things are watching, that nothing goes unseen, that even wallpaper has a better memory than human beings.
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.
I've reached the age where anyone who lets me talk seems like an old By listening to my memories, you have become part of them.
I sometimes wonder if our memories are a myth. We think we remember, but we are remembering the story and not the actual event?
Memory is the way we keep telling ourselves our stories - and telling other people a somewhat different version of our stories.
Take one fresh and tender kiss Add one stolen night of bliss One girl, one boy, some grief, some joy Memories are made of this.
Every act of perception, is to some degree an act of creation, and every act of memory is to some degree an act of imagination.
New York has always been a place where it is possible to have memories without the experience that conventionally precede them.
If history starts as a guest list, it has a tendency to end like the memory of a drunken party: misheard, blurred, fragmentary.
Memories which someday will become all beautiful when the last annoyance that encumbers them shall have faded out of our minds.
I would love to have a photographic memory. It would come in handy with the rants I'm given on Scrubs... often on short notice!
To finish the moment, to find the journey's end in every step of the road, to live the greatest number of good hours, is wisdom.
I love the stage, it's my first love - but, it's gone. You do your performance, then it's a memory. It only lives in the moment.
I was of the opinion that the past is past, and like all that is not now it should remain buried along the side of our memories.
While the hippocampus itself doesn't store memories, it serves to triage our experiences based upon their survival significance.
Remember those wonderful moments you have had. Sit and be with it. In that very memory your entire Being gets back to that state
I have always loved beauty and fashion. Some of my earliest memories are of being surrounded by fragrances and lipstick samples.
I'm obsessed with voices in film. I have this memory of how people say words, even on the most intensely stupid reality TV show.
There is no refuge from memory and remorse in this world. The spirits of our foolish deeds haunt us, with or without repentance.
Remember, childhood only lasts 10-12 years. There's a lot that has to be squeezed in to make for a lifetime of happy memories. ♥
Memory is not just the imprint of the past time upon us; it is the keeper of what is meaningful for our deepest hopes and fears.
In plucking the fruit of memory one runs the risk of spoiling its bloom, especially if it has got to be carried into the market.
I construct my memories with my present. I am lost, abandoned in the present. I try in vain to rejoin the past: I cannot escape.
The words emerge from her body without her realizing it, as if she were being visited by the memory of a language long forsaken.
Memory has the singular characteristic of recalling in a friend absent, as in a journey long past, only that which is agreeable.
Night-dreams trace on Memory's wall Shadows of the thoughts of day, And thy fortunes, as they fall, The bias of the will betray.
It sometimes occurs that memory has a personality of its own and volunteers or refuses its information at its will, not at mine.
What you see is not what we see. What you see is distracted by memory, by being who you are, all this time, for all these years.
I have good memories and bad memories of games against Chelsea. All the goals are good memories because all of them are special.
Memories aren't stored in the heart or the head or even the soul, if you ask me, but in the spaces between any given two people.
Seriously. Thank you all. In that ring w/all of u watching was THE best place for me for a very long time. Thx for the memories.
I never go to funerals. To me a person is dead when he breathes for the last time. After that, your memories should be personal.
Draw places you have seen from memory. I used to paint things I had glimpsed through windows while riding in the elevated train.
I've always thought there was something very marvelous and magical about mirrors, and that they are connected to memory as well.