Browsing Topic Best Memories Quotes

If you want to keep your memories, you first have to live them.

Sometimes you will never know the value of something, until it becomes a memory.

As you get older three things happen. The first is your memory goes, and I can’t remember the other two.

Memories of our lives, of our works and our deeds will continue in others.

It takes a huge effort to free yourself from memory.

We do not remember days, we remember moments.

Grief is like the wake behind a boat. It starts out as a huge wave that follows close behind you and is big enough to swamp and drown you if you suddenly stop moving forward. But if you do keep moving, the big wake will eventually dissipate. And after a long time, the waters of your life get calm again, and that is when the memories of those who have left begin to shine as bright and as enduring as the stars above.

Always remember: Presence is far more important than presents, and magic comes from memories, not stuff.

A hero is someone who has given his or her life to something bigger than oneself.

A wounded heart will heal in time, and when it does, the memory and love of our lost ones is sealed inside to comfort us.

The true art of memory is the art of attention.

What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined – to strengthen each other – to be at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories.

There is nothing permanent except change.

The first step in the acquisition of wisdom is silence, the second listening, the third memory, the fourth practice, the fifth teaching others.

Never regret a day in your life: good days give happiness, bad days give experience, worst days give lessons, and best days give memories.

We each need to make peace with our own memories. We have all done things that make us flinch.

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

As you mature, you realize that some relationships are based purely on an attachment to the past – a shared history. But, they hold no real value in the now. Things are no longer the same, and that’s OK. You can move on with love and still enjoy the memories you created together.

To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring.

Also, where does your identity come from? Your memory, of course.

Nothing can match the treasure of common memories.

The mark of a Scot of all classes [is that] he … remembers and cherishes the memory of his forebears, good or bad; and there burns alive in him a sense of identity with the dead even to the twentieth generation.

Every song has a memory; every song has the ability to make or break your heart, shut down the heart, and open the eyes. But I’m afraid if you look at a thing long enough; it loses all of its meaning

All bad precedents begin as justifiable measures.

Language is memory and metaphor.

You are the architect of the memories that others will have about you.

The only thing that burns in hell is the part of you that won’t let go of your life: your memories, your attachments. They burn them all away, but they’re not punishing you, they’re freeing your soul. If you’re frightened of dying and you’re holding on, you’ll see devils tearing your life away. If you’ve made your peace, then the devils are really angels freeing you from the earth.

The fact that perfume is so close to emotion, that’s why I really love it. It’s such a good connection between people. When you fall in love with somebody, smell is very important. It could be your memory of the person – it’s touching. And it’s also playful, because sometimes you choose a different perfume every day depending on your mood. I like to help with that. I like to give a little joy to people.

Thoughts are like stars in the firmament; some are fixed, others like the wandering planets, others again are only like meteors. Understanding is like the Sun, which gives light to all the thoughts. Memory is like the Moon, it hath its new, its full and its wane.

If they survive, today’s children will inherit a world that our fathers and grandfathers have ravaged, where the seas are acidic cesspools that the whales have fled, where rain forests are Indian memories never to return, and where human greed has plundered Mother Earth’s innards and turned human genes into factories for profit. They will inherit a diminished planet where fresh water is increasingly rare, and where fresh air is a commodity… We live in a world that fears and hates its young. How else can one explain the bequest of such a foul, polluted, and hollow inheritance?

In an ideal world we would all learn in childhood to love ourselves. We would grow, being secure in our worth and value, spreading love wherever we went, letting our light shine. If we did not learn self-love in our youth, there is still hope. The light of love is always in us, no matter how cold the flame. It is always present, waiting for the spark to ignite, waiting for the heart to awaken and call us back to the first memory of being the life force inside a dark place waiting to be born – waiting to see the light.

The sands of time cannot be stopped. Years pass whether we will them or not… but we can remember. What has been lost may yet live in memories.

Memory is the scaffolding upon which all mental life is constructed.

The soft bonds of love are indifferent to life and death. They hold through time so that yesterday’s love is part of today’s and the confidence in tomorrow’s love is also part of today’s. And when one dies, the memory lives in the other, and is warm and breathing. And when both die – I almost believe, rationalist though I am – that somewhere it remains, indestructible and eternal, enriching all of the universe by the mere fact that once it existed.

Victory is everything. You can spend the money but you can never spend the memories.