There are too many books I haven't read, too many places I haven't seen, too many memories I haven't kept long enough.
The memories of men are too frail a thread to hang history from.
Hit a tripwire of smell and memories explode all at once. A complex vision leaps out of the undergrowth.
History is the ship carrying living memories to the future.
Memories, important yesterdays, were once todays. Treasure and notice today.
So if it seems that some of what I'll have to say in the pages to come doesn't reflect the mellowing of age, that's only because I've never found that life and memories respond to time the way that tobacco does.
It is really the undergraduate who makes a university, gives it its lasting character, smell, feel, quality, tradition.. Whose presence creates it and whose memories preserve it.
Some memories are realities, and are better than anything that can ever happen to one again.
For some life lasts a short while, but the memories it holds last forever.
I answer the heroic question 'Death, where is thy sting' with 'It is here in my heart and mind and memories.'
Every journey into the past is complicated by delusions, false memories, false namings of real events.
Kodak sells film, but they don't advertise film. They advertise memories.
In solitude we give passionate attention to our lives, to our memories, to the details around us.
Between the covers of the books that no one had ever read again, in the old parchments damaged by dampness, a livid flower had prospered, and in the air that had been the purest and brightest in the house an unbearable smell of rotten memories floated.
Literature boils with the madcap careers of writers brought to the edge by the demands of living on their nerves, wringing out their memories and their nightmares to extract meaning, truth, beauty.
Childhood has no forebodings; but then, it is soothed by no memories of outlived sorrow
Essentially, a church is a community that keeps alive the dangerous memories of its classics.
A land without ruins is a land without memories - a land without memories is a land without history
Curiosity is one of the lowest of the human faculties. You will have noticed in daily life that when people are inquisitive they nearly always have bad memories and are usually stupid at bottom.
You are time. Foul time, who steals the gold from a maiden's hair and takes the sapphire from a child's eyes. Dark time, who has stolen from every thing there ever was all the things that it held precious and divine.. And left nothing but ashes and memories and the grave.
I answer the heroic question Death, where is they sting? With It is here in my heart and mind and memories.
I drink to stay warm, and to kill selected memories..
We degenerate into hideous puppets, haunted by the memory of the passions of which we were much afraid, and the exquisite temptations that we had not the courage to yield to.
Our dreams must be stronger than our memories. We must be pulled by our dreams, rater than pushed by our memories.
We all have our time machines. Some take us back, they're called memories. Some take us forward, they're called dreams.
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