We do not remember days, we remember moments.
Everybody needs his memories. They keep the wolf of insignificance from the door.
Always have old memories, and young hopes.
Memories are the key not to the past, but to the future.
The difference between false memories and true ones is the same as for jewels: it is always the false ones that look the most real, the most brilliant.
Stop fixating on stuff you can touch and start caring about stuff that touches you.
Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened.
Memories of our lives, of our works and our deeds will continue in others.
The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten.
A life-long blessing for children is to fill them with warm memories of times together. Happy memories become treasures in the heart to pull out on the tough days of adulthood.
A daughter is the happy memories of the past, the joyful moments of the present, and the hope and promise of the future.
I feel like I have a hangover, without all the happy memories and mystery bruises.
The greatest joys of life are happy memories. Your job is to create as many of them as possible.
Why did happy memories fade and blur until one could scarcely recall them at all, while horrible memories seemed to retain their blinding clarity and painful sharpness?
I have very happy memories of fairy tales. My mother used to take me to the library in Toronto to check out the fairy tales. And she was an actress, so she used to act out for me the different characters in all these fairy tales.
Fortunately, I've also been an electrician, and that's a happy memory for me.
I am convinced that the greatest legacy we can leave our children are happy memories: those precious moments so much like pebbles on the beach that are plucked from the white sand and placed in tiny boxes that lay undisturbed on tall shelves until one day they spill out and time repeats itself, with joy and sweet sadness, in the child now an adult.
There's a brief moment when you first wake up, where you have no memories. A blissful blank slate, a happy emptiness.
A good life is a collection of happy memories.
If my happiness at this moment consists largely in reviewing happy memories and expectations, I am but dimly aware of this present. I shall still be dimly aware of the present when the good things that I have been expecting come to pass. For I shall have formed a habit of looking behind and ahead, making it difficult for me to attend to the here and now. If, then , my awareness of the past and future makes me less aware of the present, I must begin to wonder whether I am actually living in the real world.
or simply:
