Growing up in a small community where everybody knows everybody, it was a lot of fun. Great friends, great memories.
When I was in grad school, my husband and I used to house sit for a couple in Harvard Square, so we have these amazing memories of great Cambridge summers.
Our memories are our own, and we cannot blame anything or anyone in the past for any pain dwelling there. If we open the door to them or keep hashing over past incidents in our minds, we have only ourselves to blame.
I’ve been very fortunate in the things I’ve had in my life. But, at the same time, I wish I had the same types of memories as everyone else.
Nostalgia, the vice of the aged. We watch so many old movies our memories come in monochrome.
I think a universal feeling that we all share is that live experiences create indelible memories.
Manipal was the best time I ever had in life: a great university with wonderful teachers, fantastic memories and deep, lifelong friendships.
On a very personal level, I have fond memories of spending a lot of time in the Library of Congress working on my collection of poems ‘Native Guard.’ I was there over a summer doing research in the archives and then writing in the reading room at the Jefferson building.
I’ve worked so hard since I was 18 years old, and I’d hate for the memories to be boiled down to being a Melania Trump impersonator.
I was raised on T.V. dinners because in those days, they were considered a well-balanced meal. And when I was sick, my mother fed me beef-barley soup and peanut butter sandwiches. That’s about it for childhood food memories.
Since my brother died in 1982, my parents and I had formed a shaky tripod of a family; now that I’d lost my father too, it was too easy for me to glimpse a future point where I alone was the keeper of not just my own childhood memories, but of my family lore.
There’s this sort of cloud that hangs where people are like: ‘How long can you keep the heat of ‘Homeland’ going?’ People have short memories is the truth, and Hollywood loves the new and shiny.
Memories are the key not to the past, but to the future.
Here I am sitting in the back of a cab with Catherine Zeta-Jones who is telling me Michael Douglas has fond memories of me – it just makes me feel good as a human being.
I feel honored and privileged to have represented the USA program over the past 16 years. USA Hockey will always be a part of me and I will cherish the experiences and memories with this team.
No one ever sits you down at age eight and says, ‘Aminatta, this is what’s happened so far.’ You have to work it out for yourself, and by the time you do, it’s ancient history to many of the players. We’re trying to make sense of the past, so we start to excavate our memories.
I have very vivid memories of my mother reading to us as kids.
I found one remaining box of comics which I had saved. When I opened it up and that smell came pouring out, that old paper smell, I was struck by a rush of memories, a sense of my childhood self that seemed to be contained in there.
I have great memories of my years in Edmonton and the players who were my teammates.
Things don’t really impress me. Memories impress me. It’s not the toys, it’s the people.
I tend to believe that film can try to save what still can be saved, in terms of our histories, our memories. Because a lot of things are disappearing very quickly, things are changing. We are living in very quick times, and we have a new generation who basically know nothing about events 30 years ago.
My childhood wasn’t full of wonderful culinary memories.
My greatest memories as a kid were playing sports with my dad and watching sports with my dad.
The older we get, the swifter time seems to pass and the quicker memories seem to fade.
Memories come out only when you spend time with a person.
I have very vivid memories of my parents talking about Nixon, my mom watching Watergate on the black-and-white set in the living room. The mayor at the time in Philadelphia was a guy named Frank Rizzo – a Democrat, a real bully, a racist.
I went to an international school in Holland, and I didn’t have any memories of growing up in the United States or England or any of these places which other novelists are able to write about in relation to their childhoods.
I have a treasure trove of Baker memories, all of which reinforce my sense of Howard Baker as one of the most decent people with whom I have worked. While I was simply a young staffer, he never treated me or my colleagues as anything else but equals.
One of my earliest memories is walking up a muddy road into the mountains. It was raining. Behind me, my village was burning. When there was school, it was under a tree. Then the United Nations came. They fed me, my family, my community.
One of my favorite memories from growing up in Brazil is being in the kitchen with my family and watching everyone bake and cook.
I have very fond memories of the ’80s; they were very formative years for me. I certainly remember the Cold War. It was a closer doorstep for the Brits than the Americans, so it was a very real and palpable threat at the time.
Everybody remembers ‘Just Shoot Me,’ and I’m very proud of that. It’s still on TV, and people still catch it and laugh about it, and I personally have wonderful, wonderful memories working with those people.
Memories are fallible and a timer can save a lot of hard work from going out of the window.
Probably the earliest memories for me would be going to restaurants with my family.
Every childhood has its talismans, the sacred objects that look innocuous enough to the outside world, but that trigger an onslaught of vivid memories when the grown child confronts them.
When I was a child, there really weren’t very many video games, but I do have memories of ‘Pong.’ Maybe it was ‘Pong.’ It was a home system in Japan, so maybe it wasn’t the real ‘Pong.’ It was just sort of a Japanese game that was similar to ‘Pong.’
From my earliest memories, my aunt was squirting out oil paint. I could just eat it. I would go from her studio and walk down to my father’s house, and there he was, working in egg tempera.
The most beautiful things are not associated with money; they are memories and moments. If you don’t celebrate those, they can pass you by.
I have very vivid memories of my mom and dad making up batches of fake blood at night.
One of my early memories is of a white girl twirling in a circle. I realized later on that it was from that show ‘Small Wonder’ – the oldest I could have been when I was watching it was four or five, but it’s one I think about a lot. It’s stuck in my head, this terrible Fox television show.
I have met Stan and Josh Kroenke, and it’s clear they have great ambitions for the club and are committed to bringing future success. I’m excited about what we can do together, and I look forward to giving everyone who loves Arsenal some special moments and memories.
When you connect as many memories to your geography as I have, and then you see that geography change around you, you’re forced to reckon with the passage of time.
My earliest memories of horror are ‘Friday the 13th Part 2,’ John Carpenter’s ‘The Thing,’ ‘Halloween,’ ‘An American Werewolf in London,’ and ‘A Nightmare On Elm Street’… and ‘Hatchet’ is so obviously inspired by those films that I may as well have made it in 1984.
The ancient Greek oral poets all had this anxiety about the deficiencies of their memories and always began poems by praying to the Muse to help them remember.
I have really fond memories of Texas. By the time I was eight, we started to go back to Chile very regularly, and many family members came to visit us because we couldn’t go visit them.
‘Silver Spoons’ was great memories – absolutely the best.
I’m 78. We’ve lost a lot of our great stars. I can’t hang out with those who aren’t here. The phone service to Heaven is so bad, you know. But I get to visit with their memories.
I have some really nice memories of Delhi. Going swimming, roaming around in Defence Colony, cycling in its beautiful, wide lanes, and enjoying good food.
Oh yes, as a matter of fact it is quite interesting that exercises can be conducted which demonstrate conclusively that there are memories which exist prior to this life.
My earliest memories of rap music was mixed with my earliest memories of reggae music. They were big sounds around the way, heavy bass lines, strong messages, definitely.
My grandmother used to make the most incredible chicken divan, and my mom has carried out that tradition. It’s my comfort food. It’s amazing how you can almost taste the memories with a dish like that! And the more leftovers, the better.
In the life of a singer, it’s not all triumphs and happy memories; there are days you have to go out there when it’s the last thing you feel like doing.
Chocolate is the first luxury. It has so many things wrapped up in it: deliciousness in the moment, childhood memories, and that grin-inducing feeling of getting a reward for being good.
‘The cloud’ is effectively an augmentation of our brains’ memories.
He had to deal all at once with the packed regrets and stifled memories of an inarticulate lifetime.
Our dreams must be stronger than our memories. We must be pulled by our dreams, rater than pushed by our memories.
