Many people believe that they were made by their parents: 'I didn't ask to be born.' they cry. This is completely wrong.… — Michio Kushi Copy Share Image
[Words] cling to the very core of our memories and lie there in silence until a new desire reawakens them and recharges… — Laura Esquivel Copy Share Image
Toyin Falola has given us what is truly rare in modern African writing: a seriously funny, racy, irreverent package of memories, and… — Ama Ata Aidoo Copy Share Image
When traveling, I usually keep a notebook: when home at my desk, the notebook serves mainly to remind me how little I… — Jonathan Raban Copy Share Image
First love. The reason everyones first love is beautiful is not only because the love was pretty. At the time of first… — Korean Drama Copy Share Image
Nothing is ever really lost. The memories of good friends and good times are always there, never more than a thought away.… — Simon R. Green Copy Share Image
Attention is like energy in that without it no work can be done, and in doing work is dissipated. We create ourselves… — Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi Copy Share Image
It really is easy to forget the unpleasant if we simply refuse to recall it. Withdraw only positive thoughts from your memory… — David J. Schwartz Copy Share Image
A book is actually a place, a place where we, as adults, still have the chance to engage in active imagining, translating… — Joe Meno Copy Share Image
“But for a moment, standing there with Tariq in the sunlight, it was as though those years had never happened. Her parents… — Khaled Hosseini Copy Share Image
My earliest memory of architecture, I was perhaps 6 or 7 years old, was of my aunt building a house in mosul… — Zaha Hadid Copy Share Image
Since we're keeping it primal, you smell good," he observed. "It's called a shower...," I began automatically, then trailed off. My memory… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Miro, I'm so sorry. I always felt such pity for you humans because you could only think of one thing at a… — Orson Scott Card Copy Share Image
Television in the 1960s & 70s had just as much dross and the programmes were a lot more tediously patronising than they… — A. A. Gill Copy Share Image
We carry about us the burden of what thousands of people have said and the memories of all our misfortunes. To abandon… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
In our memories, there is a graveyard where we bury our dead. They all lie there together, the loved ones and the… — Steven Brust Copy Share Image
A journal is more than a memory goad. It's therapeutic. The simple act of opening a notebook to put words down stills… — Randy Wayne White Copy Share Image
Surely the memory of an event cannot pass for the event itself. Nor can the anticipation. There is something exceptional, unique, about… — Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj Copy Share Image
...the darkness does not lift but becomes yet heavier as I think how little we can hold in mind, how everything is… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Sometimes at night I suddenly become aware of all the things Im missing out on right now, and all the people who… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
As I travel through life, I gather experiences that lie imprinted on the deepest strata of memory, and there they ferment, are… — Isabel Allende Copy Share Image
For you who came so far; for you who held out, wearing a black scarf to signify grief; for you who believe… — Naomi Shihab Nye Copy Share Image
We still talk, but it isn't like it used to be...I never used to feel like I was your second best, you… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Mothers ... would do anything to steer their daughter the right way. It is frustrating beyond measure for them when a daughter… — Caitlin Flanagan Copy Share Image
Worry is different from fear. If fear is like a raging fever, worry is a low-grade temperature. It nags at us, simmers… — Gerald Lawson Sittser Copy Share Image
I have memories of being in Yale five years ago. It was December and so damn cold that while professing love to… — Shahrukh Khan Copy Share Image
When I am gone, the memories I once experienced will soon disappear. The sorrows of the people that once knew me will… — Ty S Onda Copy Share Image
...and again she wished for Sherwood, and the dappled roof of leaves that never weighed upon her. She pulled her scarf closer… — Robin McKinley Copy Share Image
Memory is a capricious and arbitrary creature. You never can tell what pebble she will pick up from the shore of life… — Henry Van Dyke Copy Share Image
We're never going to have respectful and reverential relationships with the planet- and sensible policies about what we put in the air,… — Elise M. Boulding Copy Share Image
And in the end, of course, a true war story is never about war. It's about sunlight. It's about the special way… — Tim O'Brien Copy Share Image
It doth not hurt", whispered a faint voice, "She will take you life and all you are and all you care'st for,… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
The time must come to all of us, who live long, when memory is more than prospect. An angler who has reached… — Edward Grey, 1st Viscount Grey of Fallodon Copy Share Image
Oh, Black known and unknown poets, how often have your auctioned pains sustained us? Who will compute the lonely nights made less… — Maya Angelou Copy Share Image
In time, after a dozen years of centering their lives around the games boys play with one another, the boys' bodies change… — Frank Pittman Copy Share Image
“The tectonic layers of our lives rest so tightly one on top of the other that we always come up against earlier… — Bernhard Schlink Copy Share Image
I was brought up on choirs and brass bands. They formed the music of my childhood. When I heard the Treorchy Male… — Michael Parkinson Copy Share Image
Just who has imposed on the suffering human race poison gas, barbed wire, high explosives, experiments in eugenics, the formula for zyklon… — David Berlinski Copy Share Image
The most abiding memory of visiting Lucian Freud's studio were his eyes, with the gimlet gaze of a Hooded Falcon. But he… — Charles Saatchi Copy Share Image
The 'idea' for the poem, which may come as an image thrown against memory, as a sound of words that sets off… — Muriel Rukeyser Copy Share Image