You can close your eyes to reality but not to memories.
Most of us have fond memories of food from our childhood. Whether it was our mom’s homemade lasagna or a memorable chocolate birthday cake, food has a way of transporting us back to the past.
When memories fade, can one ever really return home?
One of my favorite memories was one time Prince picked me up and said we were going to Michael Jordan’s birthday party.
Talking with pictures and making memories is universally appealing.
I carry the memories of the ghosts of a place called Vietnam – the people of Vietnam, my fellow soldiers.
I’m blessed with a great memory. To be honest, a lot of times, being on my own at such a young age, my memories were all I had. I didn’t have many pictures.
I have two lovely sons and some good memories, but I’ve had a rather tumultuous personal life. It hasn’t been dull; I’ve been the Hiroshima of love.
I think the ’70s are always inspiring to me. I was born then, so I have a lot of memories about how my parents were and what kinds of movies I was watching.
I’ve done all my schooling at Chennai – it’s always home for me. All my growing up years have been spent here, and I have really fond memories associated with the city.
The loneliness is when you pick up and move, even if you are not originally from that place, and you have some memories that you want to embrace. Having a life in transit, I feel like you are always looking out the back window.
My earliest memories are being in the lab, and the way the cement felt and the way it smelled, and the way the countertops looked and it just being this wonderful, warm, happy place where it was just full of toys.
When I started writing, I was a great rationalist and believed I was absolutely in control. But the older one gets, the more confused, and for an artist I think that is quite a good thing: you allow in more of your instinctual self; your dreams, fantasies and memories. It’s richer, in a way.
I never get hung up on the past – the memories are too negative.
Someday in the distant cyborg future, when our internal and external memories fully merge, we may come to possess infinite knowledge. But that’s not the same thing as wisdom.
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.
People have told me, ‘My dad passed on, but I have great memories of watching your shows with him.’ It doesn’t get any better than that.
I’m one of these children who grew up at the knee of my grandmother and her elder sister, listening to very old people talk about their memories.
Memories. That’s the thing about photography. I look at the contact sheet, and it brings back everything: whether I was tired, whether I was full of beans.
I really believe it’s not bad to look back within music. I don’t mean retro, but using your own memories to make a song because our memories are what make us who we are.
I did have a life before the Animals, and I’m trying constantly to prove that I have a life after the Animals. People tend to forget that I was the frontman with War for two years. People sort of have compartmental memories.
Lorna was quite young when her mother died, and I think she’s blocked out some of the memories. I talked to her a little bit about that, but I wasn’t prepared to go around and poke and hurt her.
For me when I watch ‘The Shining,’ it’s like watching a home movie. I understand how it scares people. I think it’s an entertaining movie, don’t get me wrong. But I look back on it with so many 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 past.
Travelling to make television programmes means I have some unusual food memories. In Pasto, Colombia, I was taken to a restaurant where I chose my meat for the evening from a cage of white rats. It tasted perfectly good – like rabbit.
I have nothing but the best memories of growing up in New Jersey. Of course, I grew up in a nice town, a suburb. But Tenafly was right next to Englewood, which had a tremendous amount of racial tension in the ’60s. So I was aware of the real world.
One’s memories aren’t what actually happened – they’re very subjective. You can always make it much better, right?
I’ve never had an actual haunting experience, in the way you might anticipate a ghost in a movie haunting someone, but I do feel presences around me all the time, and I do feel that memories haunt us the way ghosts haunt us or might haunt characters in a film.
Sixty per cent of how you act is drawn from memories. And it’s about who you are. I am a son, brother, husband, father, and caretaker. You connect with certain instances and emotions.
They say I live a fast life. Maybe I just like a fast life. I wouldn’t give it up for anything in the world. It won’t last forever, either. But the memories will.
Music, at its essence, is what gives us memories. And the longer a song has existed in our lives, the more memories we have of it.
I have a nostalgia for the years I was growing up and experiencing new things for the first time – so the late ’80s and early ’90s are always fascinating to me. Those were the times that I was being informed about a lot of my tastes, and so the memories are fused with a lot of emotion.
I hate to date myself, but my earliest memories are Flash Gordon. I would love playing Flash Gordon in the neighborhood.
You know what my earliest memories are? Going from one burlesque town to another. My father was in burlesque.
I am a complete sentimentalist when it comes to clothes. I have so many memories attached to them that I can’t throw anything out.
While writing ‘City Boy,’ I relied mainly on my own memories. In particular, I was able to describe the effect of gay liberation on an individual life (mine) as events paralleled my own growing self-acceptance; in this case, the political truly was the personal.
I have no unhappy memories of my childhood.
I have fond memories of our concert performances.
Most of my memories are the sound of rain on caravan roofs.
I have so many fond memories of the Tied Test, and I can’t wait to come back to Brisbane. One thing that stands out is that both teams stayed at the same hotel. We got to know each other so well. Some of my best cricketing friends were in that Australian team.
The way I look at it, they’re all part of my musical diary, and I can listen to any one of them and it will bring up memories of what was going on at that time.
I have memories of films that nobody ever saw, that I was very proud of, and those are still great memories.
There are a lot of good memories, and because I was injured, during the rehab, I met my wife. The tennis was very good but the injuries were good for something too.
My own memories are packed tightly away. I very rarely bring them out for viewing.
My childhood memories are amazing; I had freedom in every way – but I see everything from a different perspective now that I live outside.
We all have our time machines. Some take us back, they’re called memories. Some take us forward, they’re called dreams.
The Swedish winters and summers hold the most enduring memories for me. Now, when I am back in Stockholm in November, it is difficult to imagine being able to ski to school. I think that is a tragedy.
I have so many memories and have so many people to thank at Liverpool. I have to improve as a player. In my head, I always think this.
The life of a play begins and ends in the moment of performance. This is where author, actors, and directors express all they have to say. If the event has a future, this can only lie in the memories of those who were present and who retained a trace in their hearts.
I have such bad memories, sitting in the back of a classroom, being told, you know, everybody is going to read a paragraph, and skipping ahead to my paragraph and being mortified and trying to read it enough times so that I wouldn’t stutter and stammer, getting called on, even in high school.
When you listen to old-school music, you can smell your mother’s food in the kitchen. You can feel where you was when you first heard that song. That’s what’s beautiful about music. It’s for everyone, but we all have individual memories that make us love it.
It would be sad if my best work had been 20 years ago and now I only had memories.
It’s absolutely surprising to me how well ‘The State’ has held up as far as people liking it and having fond memories of it, considering it’s a sketch show. I think one of the things that helped its mystique is, it never came out on DVD or video or whatever.
The hippocampus helps record both types of memories initially, and it helps retain them for the medium term. The hippocampus also helps us access old personal memories in long-term storage in other parts of the brain.
One of my earliest childhood memories is my father taking me in the evening to Samena Swim & Recreation Club in Bellevue.
I grew up with the ‘Star Wars’ movies since before I have many memories. We had them on VHS back in the day, so they were part of the fabric of growing up in my family.
Some of my earliest memories are dancing in the kitchen, standing on my mom’s toes.
