I think the reason I’m a writer is because first, I was a reader. I loved to read. I read a lot of adventure stories and mystery books, and I have wonderful memories of my mom reading picture books aloud to me. I learned that words are powerful.
Why do we capital-N Nerds love Mars so much? Because it’s beautiful, it’s tough, it’s buried in our mythic, childhood memories. It’s covered with human triumphs but also with sad stories of failure.
Most national holidays in most countries rest on selective memories of the past.
In the future, the Internet might become a ‘brain net’ where we send memories, feelings and sensations.
The present moment is changing so fast that we often do not notice its existence at all. Every moment of mind is like a series of pictures passing through a projector. Some of the pictures come from sense impressions. Others come from memories of past experiences or from fantasies of the future.
My love for dance music started when I was a child. Some of my earliest memories are hearing Trance music in the charts and later being heavily influenced by the eclectic tastes of my big brother, he quickly turned me into an avid Drum ‘n’ Bass head even though I was too young to rave.
I’m a songwriter who’s put my childhood memories and teenage angst into songs.
I was born illegitimately and almost immediately, as I understand it, placed in an orphanage. So my very earliest memories were in an orphanage. It was the tag end of the Great Depression when I was born. People were desperately poor.
Unhappy is he to whom the memories of childhood bring only fear and sadness.
My parents kept us sheltered from this world of Hollywood. I don’t have any great memories of bouncing on Cary Grant’s knee or something like that.
The ‘Maybe Memories’ album I remember having and listening until it broke. I remember it skipped one day; two or three songs wouldn’t play on my CD player because I listened to it so much.
I have great memories of watching SEC football with my father on Saturdays and playing football in the backyard with my two brothers right here in Gainesville.
You have to really understand that although certain memories or stories make you sad, you are not sad. Pull yourself out from that emotion and remember that.
All of my memories are now on hard drives. I’ll change phones or I’ll change my laptop, and all my photos stay.
There were a lot of great memories around ‘Star Wars.’ It was a foundation – probably for my interest in movies.
It’s funny, I get a little quieter with time. I don’t want to chase my tail and one day repeat myself and repeat myself and one day have kids going to college and not have memories that I should, because I was too busy doing my thing.
People don’t always realize that as a performer, you’ve got to relive those moments. Memories crash through your brains, and you’ve got to think about your past and the reason why you wrote the song. All that emotion comes back.
It is right that he too should have his little chronicle, his memories, his reason, and be able to recognize the good in the bad, the bad in the worst, and so grow gently old down all the unchanging days, and die one day like any other day, only shorter.
My grandmother died from Alzheimer’s, and it was a big shock. For the families left behind, it is not an easy closure. It’s not a gradual fading. The person is losing so much of their humanity as they’re dying. Losing your memories, you lose so much of who you are as a person.
I have a lot of memories, but I don’t go into capitalizing on that. Something’s got to be my own. I’m not doing the record to sit here and broadcast my memories of my father.
All the exhausting aspects of my job are made worthwhile because I get to experience so many different cultures. It makes you really appreciate the memories.
I write with a mouse, because it has no psychological associations or memories or habits associated with it.
I know North Korea is the most ridiculous country in the world, but for me, my mum, my brother, and my families and old memories are so important.
What you do on travel holiday is what your memories are based on. People want to do cool stuff, and this is what will shape your entire experience.
We would go in there with our parents once in a while for – actually go into Manhattan for dinner, weekends occasionally to a museum, but most of my memories of traveling into Manhattan was with the school trips and then later on as we got, you know, into high school, kind of on our own and with friends.
The best alpinists are the ones with the worst memories.
From the earliest memories I have, I liked physical, funny things.
I used to go to Dairy Queen all the time. It always brings back a little bit of memories. As kids, we always used to go get ice cream.
When I was growing up in New Jersey, my mom would regularly take my sister and I into the city to see shows. I have many fond memories of standing in the half-price ticket line in Times Square and going to matinees.
I have lovely memories of Los Angeles in the 1930s. I came down to live with my mother’s cousin and they invited me to come and go to junior college for a year.
I think the best thing that I collect is memories. I love traveling; I love remembering stuff, my family, my daughter, my wife. I just love collecting memories of my trips, my experiences. And I think that’s it. I’m not very glued to material stuff.
I was a disruptive student. I hated my teachers, especially my Spanish teacher. When I went to see the musical ‘Matilda,’ the horrible Miss Trunchbull brought back all sorts of horrible memories. I’d go into Spanish class, put on headphones, and sing at the top of my lungs until they threw me out.
I never saw my grandfather because he had died before I was born, but I have good memories of my grandmother and of how she could play the piano at the old house.
I’m on fire when I’m singing, I’m completely in character, I use my sense memories, and every syllable of it is meant. It’s a very special thing.
What I remember most about high school are the memories I created with my friends.
You can feel very quickly as a prisoner of your past, of the memories.
History does influence our lives – every moment. We never sort of live our lives in a linear fashion. We always have these memories and these images from our past that sometimes we’re not even aware of, and they sort of shape who we are.
One of my earliest memories of writing at a piano was alongside my sister.
It is not fun singing about losing somebody like that, but at the same time it was easy to write because the memories were so real and vivid and so much a part of who I am.
I think things like food, the food of the south is sort of the common tie that binds us all, Black and White, the sense memories. It’s a very particular part of the country.
I think being young and, like, 14, 15, you feel like a weirdo, and playing guitar with my grandpa in my grandma’s kitchen is probably my fondest memories I’ll ever have.
If one’s memories of Baghdad women were only of those to be seen in the streets, they would be of leathery, wrinkled faces, prematurely old, figures which have lost all shape, and henna-stained hands crinkled and deformed by toil.
I have a lot of great memories, but I can’t imagine anything more exciting than the life I have now.
Of all my childhood memories, I don’t have any good ones.
We all know that the great memories of our childhood are the little triumphs – it doesn’t really matter whether that was in writing, art, on the hockey field or on the football field. It’s something that makes you feel – ‘I can do this stuff.’
Most of my memories of Texas are of mosquitoes, watermelons, crickets, and my brother teasing me.
Your brain forms roughly 10,000 new cells every day, but unless they hook up to preexisting cells with strong memories, they die. Serves them right.
I’m about to turn 60, and most of my memories reside in the brain of my wife.
When I was four, we moved to the house on the west side of Chicago where I grew up. My earliest memories are of that first summer.
My dad leaving my life. That’s the biggest thing that happened to me. I just remember what he tells me, the memories, and try to move on forward each day, knowing that he’s still here, looking down on me.
When I went to shows with my friends, it was all about the experience with my friends. If I met the band, it was cool. But it was more about talking about the memories of the show with my friends.
There are so many happy memories that will be made. You just have to live long enough to get to them.
Most terrible memories are a lesson and don’t want them to be forgotten.
The worst days of my life were in Iraq, and the best days were there, too. My fondest memories of the Iraq War are of the people – both Americans and Iraqis – and the opportunity we saw in one another, for our countries, and for which we fought.
As time goes by the memories of sitting on the edge of a bed and reading aloud with your kid are going to be very meaningful in your own mental scrapbook.
Most of my childhood memories of my father are of being ignored. I was his namesake, but nothing I did ever pleased or even interested him. He enjoyed telling me I couldn’t do anything right.
I love to lounge, and I particularly love to eat outdoors. It’s a throwback to my childhood in Hawaii. I have memories of coming out of the sea and eating corn chips with a strawberry vanilla slush.
