The happiest memories are of moments that ended when they should have.
When you have brought up kids, there are memories you store directly in your tear ducts.
Live a good life. If there are gods and they are just, then they will not care how devout you have been, but will welcome you based on the virtues you have lived by. If there are gods, but unjust, then you should not want to worship them. If there are no gods, then you will be gone, but will have lived a noble life that will live on in the memories of your loved ones. I am not afraid.
Memories are the treasures that we keep locked deep within the storehouse of our souls, to keep our hearts warm when we are lonely.
Someone said that God gave us memories so that we might have roses in December.
For the sense of smell, almost more than any other, has the power to recall memories and it is a pity that you use it so little.
In solitude we give passionate attention to our lives, to our memories, to the details around us.
Leftovers in their less visible form are called memories. Stored in the refrigerator of the mind and the cupboard of the heart.
The act of smelling something, anything, is remarkably like the act of thinking. Immediately at the moment of perception, you can feel the mind going to work, sending the odor around from place to place, setting off complex repertories through the brain, polling one center after another for signs of re recognition, for old memories and old connection.
Whether you are hoping for an extravagant wedding or a simple ceremony, your special day should be filled with blissful memories. Being financially prepared will help make sure this day is one of the best days of your life. It is important to remember that while the wedding is an important event, it is designed to celebrate the start of a marriage. Making healthy financial decisions early will lead to a lifetime of financial freedom and happiness together.
Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmas-time.
We hurry since everything hurries
And I shall never not return
Memories are all archaic horns
Silenced by the wind.
Your heart is as fresh as your face; and that is well. The useless men are those who never change with the years. Many views that I held to in my youth and long afterwards are a pain to me now, and I am carrying away from Thrums memories of errors into which I fell at every stage of my ministry. When you are older you will know that life is a long lesson in humility.
Lines formed at Ruby Pier - just as a line formed someplace else: Five people, waiting, in five chosen memories, for a little girl named Amy or Annie to grow and to love and to age and to die, and to finally have her questions answered - why she lived and what she lived for. And in that line now was a whiskered old man, with a linen cap and a crooked nose, who waited in a place called the Stardust Band Shell to share his part of the secret of heaven: That each affects the other and the other affects the next, and the world is full of stories, but the stories are all one.
Everybody needs his memories. They keep the wolf of insignificance from the door.
Memories are killing. So you must not think of certain things, of those that are dear to you, or rather you must think of them, for if you dont there is the danger of finding them, in your mind, little by little.
I learned later that the surgeon who put Dole back together after he was so badly injured in World War II was an Armenian whose family had deep memories of the genocidal campaign the Turks had waged against them.
However, living in Tel Aviv, he was spared the fate of equivalent figures in English culture, an endless round of arts programmes where those who have known the famous are publicly debriefed of their memories, knowing as their own dusk falls that they will be remembered only for remembering someone else.
She was a young person whose reveries never were in retrospect. For her past was no treasury of distinct memories, all hoarded and classified, some brighter than others and more highly valued. All memories were for her but as notes in one fused radiance that followed her and made more luminous the pathway of her future.
We can grieve over lost powers and memories, or rejoice over gained knowledge and maturity, according to taste.
She was the people's princess and that is how she will stay, how she will remain in our hearts and our memories for ever.
That one individual should awaken in another memories that belong to still a third is an obvious paradox.