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The memories I can gather now of my parents are quite contradicting. My mother was the disciplinarian and my dad was the rule breaker.
Our old experiences, memories and fears guide us down the present path. It's not so much that you are the artist; you are the conduit.
Memory works according to meaning, and when something is important to you, the Google in your brain brings it forward all of a sudden.
Roscoe was spiritually illegal, a bootlegger of the soul, a mythic creature made of words and wit and wild deeds and boundless memory.
I think it's a universal thing in every family, that people have their own specific versions of pivotal events or even small memories.
Family holidays and weekends are really brightly colored memories, full of my mother and father, rather than our nannies and au pairs.
What began the change was the very writing itself. Let no one lightly set about such a work. Memory, once waked, will play the tyrant.
We are accustomed to use our eyes only with the memory of what other people before us have thought about the object we are looking at.
The Olympics in '80 was phenomenal. It was my favorite memory of all competitive events, because it was brand new and it was exciting.
I happen to be very good with younger actors because I have extremely vivid memories of that time of my life, and kids are just funny.
I didn't really fight with any of my older brothers. Mostly just Rob. Basically, all the memories I have are getting beaten up by him.
It is strange how the memory of a man may float to posterity on what he would have himself regarded as the most trifling of his works.
Bereavement is terrible, of course. And when somebody you love dies, it's a time for reflection, a time for memory, a time for regret.
I have fond memories of all things Henson. I grew up on the stuff. My mom's a massive fan and made sure it was a part of my upbringing.
Every memory I had growing up was involving a basketball. I didn't go to the prom and stuff like that. It was always basketball for me.
...your memories will be muddled and uncataloged - past, present, and imagination all mixed together. The same thing happens in dreams.
Slenderman can invoke memory loss in all but the most resolute - you could have already had a Slenderman encounter and not remember it.
But the iniquity of oblivion blindly scattereth her poppy, and deals with the memory of men without distinction to merit of perpetuity.
But he has gone, A nation's memory and veneration, Among the radiant, ever venturing on, Somewhere, with morning, as such spirits will.
I have only known her for two years. But if you took every memory, every moment, if you stretched them end to end-they'd reach forever.
I instantly connected with the sport and I have fond memories of growing up on my skating rink that my dad made for us in our backyard.
I don't have anything that dramatic as far as a performance goes. I've never participated in a show that ended in a fight in my memory.
Working memory capacity is really the ability to hold and manipulate information while you're actively trying to block out distraction.
The future is like the daytime moon, a diffident but faithful companion, so elegant as to be almost invisible, an inconspicuous marvel.
Memory that yearns to join the centre, a limb remembering the body from which it has been severed, like those bamboo thighs of the god.
We store in memory only images of value. The value may be lost over the passage of time, but that's the implacable judgment of feeling.
Memory selects single important images, just as the camera does. In that manner both are able to isolate the highest moments of living.
I try to use fiction in order to reduce the potentiality of something being true. We produce our own memories so I'm not sure of truth.
Jewels, lies, slips of paper, dried flowers, memories of thing long past, useless quotations, idle hands, beads, buttons, and mischief.
The marble keeps merely a cold and sad memory of a man who would else be forgotten. No man who needs a monument ever ought to have one.
A man's memory may almost become the art of continually varying and misrepresenting his past, according to his interest in the present.
May every memory that you share Of dreams you've seen come true, Help make this special anniversary day A happy one, for the two of you
In our memories the stories of our lives defy chronology, resist transcription: past ambushes present, and future hurries into history.
It would be very sad if children had no memories before those of school. What they need most is the love and attention of their mother.
I do think a key to success in any walk of life is having a short memory and a thick skin - I know it has served me well over the years.
People have told me, 'My dad passed on, but I have great memories of watching your shows with him.' It doesn't get any better than that.
That you are not already golden word in our streets Already memories Your love fades Already Whether you are no longer to have perished.
Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain; awake but one, and in, what myriads rise!
[...]my memory is reasonably good—unlike yours, dear sir!” “Mine is erratic,” he said imperturbably. “I remember only what interests me.
They came to know the incorrigible sorrow of all prisoners and exiles, which is to live in company with a memory that serves no purpose.
Well, hey, let's just make everything into a closure, and then we'll have our general garbage collector, installed by 'use less memory'.
Ghosts are those memories that are too strong to be forgotten for good, echoing across the years and refusing to be obliterated by time.
Great music is that which penetrates the ear with facility and leaves the memory with difficulty. Magical music never leaves the memory.
Writing a book is a very lonely business. You are totally cut off from the rest of the world, submerged in your obsessions and memories.
Looking repeatedly into the past, you do not necessarily become fascinated with your own life, but rather with the phenomenon of memory.
Heart-aches are forgotten, tears lose their bitterness, and like a leaf of lavendar in a store of linen, so does Memory make life sweet.
I have a painter's memory. I can remember things from my childhood which were so powerfully imprinted on me, the whole scene comes back.
I've always been able to recount things and I have a really good memory about dialog and what people have said before and this and that.
No trace of slavery ought to mix with the studies of the freeborn man. No study, pursued under compulsion, remains rooted in the memory.
I'm the first to admit that I like going to, or my memories at least of going to Clint Eastwood movies or Charles Bronson or James Bond.