Quotes about memories
memories identity persons
A person's memory is everything, really. Memory is identity. It's you. Stephen King
memories color white
The color white is the absence of memory. Stephen King
memories fall eye
So do we pass the ghosts that haunt us later in our lives; they sit undramatically by the roadside like poor beggars, and we see them only from the corners of our eyes, if we see them at all. The idea that they have been waiting there for us rarely crosses our minds. Yet they do wait, and when we have passed, they gather up their bundles of memory and fall in behind, treading in our footsteps and catching up, little by little. Stephen King
memories return quitting
Memories are contrary things; if you quit chasing them and turn your back, they often return on their own. Stephen King
memories dark voice
Our memories have voices, too. Often sad ones that clamor like raised arms in the dark. Stephen King
memories loss problem
The loss of memory isn't always the problem; sometimes--maybe even often--it's the solution. Stephen King
memories lying writing
The one thing about kids is that you never really know exactly what they're thinking or how they're seeing. After writing about kids, which is a little bit like putting the experience under a magnifying glass, you realize you have no idea how you thought as a kid. I've come to the conclusion that most of the things that we remember about our childhood are lies. We all have memories that stand out from when we were kids, but they're really just snapshots. You can't remember how you reacted because your whole head is different when you stand aside. Stephen King
memories war cancer
It was how wars really ended, Dieffenbaker supposed -- not at truce tables but in cancer wards and office cafeterias and traffic jams. Wars died one tiny piece at a time, each piece something that fell like a memory, each lost like an echo that fades in winding hills. In the end even war ran up the white flag. Or so he hoped. He hoped that in the end even war surrendered. Stephen King
memories real add
Passing time adds false memories and modifies real ones. Stephen King
memories wind race
The wind makes you ache is some place that is deeper than your bones. It may be that it touches something old in the human soul, a chord of race memory that says Migrate or die - migrate or die. Stephen King
memories lost steadfast
There is nothing steadfast in life but our memories. We are sure of keeping intact only that which we have lost. Sophie Swetchine
memories past true-identity
Memory is corrupted and ruined by a crowd of memories. If I am going to have a true memory, there are a thousand things that must first be forgotten. Memory is not fully itself when it reaches only into the past. A memory that is not alive to the present does not remember the here and now, does not remember its true identity, is not memory at all. He who remembers nothing but facts and past events, and is never brought back into the present, is a victim of amnesia. Thomas Merton
memories character writing
Oblivion is the dark page, whereon Memory writes her light-beam characters, and makes them legible; were it all light, nothing could be read there, any more than if it were all darkness. Thomas Carlyle
memories lying heart
What an enormous magnifier is tradition! How a thing grows in the human memory and in the human imagination, when love, worship, and all that lies in the human heart, is there to encourage it Thomas Carlyle
memories world disenchantment
Unlike memory, which confirms and reinforces itself, history contributes to the disenchantment of the world. Tony Judt
memories used human-potential
Through using our memory to its fullest we can unlock the vast reservoir of human potential that isn't currently being used. Tony Buzan
memories creativity waste
Memory and creativity are essential to education, but if you teach memory incorrectly, it is a total waste of time, and it will inhibit learning. Tony Buzan
memories thinking imagination
Many think of memory as rote learning, a linear stuffing of the brain with facts, where understanding is irrelevant. When you teach it properly, with imagination and association, understanding becomes a part of it. Tony Buzan
memories oxygen healthy
For all aspects of memory, keep yourself physically fit. My catchphrase is, Healthy mind, healthy body, healthy body, healthy mind. Your memory needs oxygen as fuel, so why not feed it often? Tony Buzan
memories desire
Time is just memory Mixed in with Desire. Tom Waits
memories reading years
Our reading can affect our imaginations in ways of which we are not consciously aware. It is quite common...to re-read something after a gap of many years and realize that it has been there all along, without any memory of where it was first encountered. But it may have been working away all the time. Tom Shippey
memories children childhood
Every childhood has its talismans, the sacred objects that look innocuous enough to the outside world, but that trigger an onslaught of vivid memories when the grown child confronts them. Steven Johnson
memories party mean
Who is giving the orders to ants? No one. They are self-organizing. Each of our immune systems get smarter over the years as its biochemical parts share information, and it responds with individualized defenses, but it isn't conscious and it has no memory. The host of that party didn't decree that everyone would gather in the kitchen, but it happened anyway. Emergence means we sometimes act in concert for better or worse. Steven Johnson
memories writing simple
Keeping a slow hunch alive poses challenges on multiple scales. For starters, you have to preserve the hunch in your own memory, in the dense network of your neurons. Most slow hunches pass in and out of our memory too quickly, precisely because they possess a certain murkiness. You get a feeling that there's an interesting avenue to explore, a problem that might lead you to a solution, but then you get distracted by more pressing matters and the hunch disappears. So part of the secret of hunch cultivation is simple: write everything down. Steven Johnson
memories prey tigers
The tiger is humbled by memories of prey. Steven Erikson
memories littles weight
All that we were has led us to where we are, but tells us little of where we’re going. Memories are a weight you can never shrug off. Steven Erikson
memories love-you past
I love you still, but with your death I succumbed to a kind of infatuation. I convinced myself that what you and I had, so very briefly, was of far vaster and deeper import than it truly was. Of all the weapons we chose to turn upon ourselves, guilt is the sharpest, Silverfox. It can carve one's own past into unrecognizable shapes, false memories leading to beliefs that sow all kinds of obsessions. Steven Erikson
memories team kids
My best memories are because I was on teams I love - even going back to being a kid. Not just in the NBA. Steve Nash
memories loss worry
My most persistent memory of stand - up is of my mouth being in the present and my mind being in the future: the mouth speaking the line, the body delivering the gesture, while the mind looks back, observing, analyzing, judging, worrying, and then deciding when and what to say next. Enjoyment while performing was rare - enjoyment would have been an indulgent loss of focus that comedy cannot afford. Steve Martin
memories believe magic
I believe that the combination of pencil and memory creates a kind of practical magic, and magic is dangerous. Stephen King
memories ocean redemption
It's a little place on the Pacific Ocean. You know what the Mexicans say about the Pacific? They say it has no memory. That's where I want to live the rest of my life. A warm place with no memory. Stephen King
memories pain may
May be she’ll learn something about what death really is, which is where the pain stops and the good memories begin. Not the end of life but the end of pain. Stephen King
memories hands smell
She knew with suddeness and ease that this moment would be with her always, within hand's reach of memory. She doubted if they all sensed it - they had seen the world - but even George was silent for a minute as they looked, and the scene, the smell, even the sound of the band playing a faintly recognisable movie theme, was locked forever in her, and she was at peace. Stephen King