Memories Quotes

I started cooking when I was about 10. I have memories like when I was 6 or 7 with my mom, and when I was 12 I started getting real serious about cooking.

A whole stack of memories never equal one little hope.

I must apologise because I know all writers have memories of being on the outer because it's the children on the side of the playground who become the dangerous writers.

The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten.

People always complain about their memories, never about their minds.

You jot down ideas, memories, whatever, concerning your real life that somehow parallels the character you're playing, and you incorporate that in your scene work.

The sparrow that is twittering on the edge of my balcony is calling up to me this moment a world of memories that reach over half my lifetime, and a world of hope that stretches farther than any flight of sparrows.

I have no memories I'm prepared to share with you.

I remember the difficulty we had in the beginning replacing magnetic cores in memories and eventually we had both cost and performance advantages. But it wasn't at all clear in the beginning.

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.

Too many people have been analyzing their pasts, their childhoods, their memories, their parents, and realizing that it doesn't do anything-or that it doesn't do enough.

Are there memories left that are safe from the clutches of phony anniversaries?

The hurricane flooded me out of a lot of memorabilia, but it can't flood out the memories.

On the rare occasions when I spend a night in Oxford, the keeping of the hours by the clock towers in New College, and Merton, and the great booming of Tom tolling 101 times at 9 pm at Christ Church are inextricably interwoven with memories and regrets and lost joys. The sound almost sends me mad, so intense are the feelings it evokes.

The cybermen are good monsters, I think. My earliest memories are of the cybermen from when I used to watch when I was younger. It's nice to have them back.

True nostalgia is an ephemeral composition of disjointed memories.

My dad taught me from my youngest childhood memories through these connections with Aboriginal and tribal people that you must always protect people's sacred status, regardless of the pest.

I wanted my children to have the same exposure to the water I had. My strongest memories of Northeast Harbor are going in a small Whaler with my dad, looking for osprey.

Memories are like mulligatawny soup in a cheap restaurant. It is best not to stir them.

I have a lot of memories of Falls Church. I went to grade school in Madison Elementary School.

The money is in a different league these days, of course, but I have special memories of the 60s and 70s which players today don't have. There wasn't the same celebrity attitude and media exposure. We had a bit more freedom.

My memories of camp - I was four years old to eight years old - they're fond memories.

Memories are what you no longer want to remember.

One of the central memories of my childhood is of hunting - not well; I am a terrible shot - quail and dove and grouse on a farm on the Tennessee River.

We're not that far from being able to plant images, memories, and emotional states directly into the brain.

A mother's happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories.

The museums and parks are graveyards above the ground- congealed memories of the past that act as a pretext for reality.

Those fields of daisies we landed on, and dusty fields and desert stretches. Memories of many skies and earths beneath us - many days, many nights of stars.

Before I proposed to my now-wife, I was understandably nervous. My father suggested that I take stock of all of my experiences and relationships with women, from my earliest memories to present day, and see if I had learned anything that might inform my decision.

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.