We do not remember days, we remember moments.
The heart's memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good.
The best things in life come in threes, like friends, dreams, and memories.
Some memories are realities, and are better than anything that can ever happen to one again.
Each day of our lives we make deposits in the memory banks of our children.
The advantage of a bad memory is that one enjoys several times the same good things for the first time.
A memory is what is left when something happens and does not completely unhappen.
What we remember from childhood we remember forever - permanent ghosts, stamped, inked, imprinted, eternally seen.
It is singular how soon we lose the impression of what ceases to be constantly before us. A year impairs, a luster obliterates. There is little distinct left without an effort of memory, then indeed the lights are rekindled for a moment - but who can be sure that the Imagination is not the torch-bearer?
Memory is the mother of all wisdom.
Memory is a complicated thing, a relative to truth, but not its twin.
The difference between false memories and true ones is the same as for jewels: it is always the false ones that look the most real, the most brilliant.
I've always subscribed to an old Chinese proverb that the palest ink is better than the best memory.
After you're dead and buried and floating around whatever place we go to, what's going to be your best memory of Earth? What one moment for you defines what it's like to be alive on this planet? What's your takeaway? Fake yuppie experiences that you had to spend money on, like white water rafting or elephant rides in Thailand don't count. I want to hear some small moment from your life that proves you're really alive.
The things that go wrong often make the best memories.
The weakest ink is better than the best memory. Study with pen in hand.
I knew I would hate my best memory because it would prove that people could fake love or that love could end or worst of all, love was not powerful enough to change a life.
I have the best memories as a kid eating ice cream. It was a family tradition that I had with my father. It was nice.
I love London because of the history. The times I've been there have been some of the best memories in my life. Singing there, seeing great theater - and the people like a Southern accent.
And last, my mom. I don’t think you know what you did. You had my brother when you were 18 years old. Three years later, I came out. The odds were stacked against us. Single parent with two boys by the time you were 21 years old. Everybody told us we weren’t supposed to be here. We went from apartment to apartment by ourselves. One of the best memories I had was when we moved into our first apartment, no bed, no furniture and we just sat in the living room and just hugged each other. We thought we made it.
One of the best memories of my life is contemplating that first finished drawing and realizing I had cracked the code, that I could make drawings like this whenever I wanted.
While traveling, I've found that spontaneity keeps things fresh, while serendipity guides me through it all. There have been a lot of rough moments along the way, but they often bear the best memories.
The true story...is the realization that no time in your life is ever perfect, that even the best memories have cracks you might not see.
Of the five senses, smell is the one with the best memory.
Living in Sydney, I've taken the chance to start surfing again. One of my best memories of growing up is catching my first proper wave and surfing across it and my brother cheering at me from the shore.
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