In my old age, I have come to believe that love is not a noun but a verb. An action. Like water,… — Alyson Richman Copy Share Image
I've always been a fan of Nintendo. My first memories of playing games are on my Nintendo 64 with 'Mario Kart,' so… — Sarah Hyland Copy Share Image
“It was only high school after all, definitely one of the most bizarre periods in a person’s life. How anyone can come… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
A sentence well couched takes both the sense and understanding. I love not those cart-rope speeches that are longer than the memory… — Owen Feltham Copy Share Image
Once, in my father's bookshop, I heard a regular customer say that few things leave a deeper mark on a reader than… — Carlos Ruiz Zafon Copy Share Image
“I’ve traveled across the world, trying to outrun my memories of you. But damned if I didn’t get to every fucking continent… — Julie Johnson Copy Share Image
“I acknowledge the privilage of being alive in a human body at this moment, endowed with senses, memories, emotions, thoughts, and the… — Alex Grey Copy Share Image
I went crying onto my pillow while sorrow swept over me...Missing you...Crying over you. Missing the memories we had. Thats okay, I'll… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“I am constantly mystified by what John ends up remembering… I just don’t understand why he’s able to hang on to information… — Michael Zadoorian Copy Share Image
Postmodern theatre seems unwilling to listen to talk about textual or theatrical heritage, which it treats as no more than memory in… — Patrice Pavis Copy Share Image
“I used to believe in things, in people, in places, and names—concrete forms of life that end at some point in the… — Addison Moore Copy Share Image
This is the real and the only reason for friendship: to provide a mirror so the other person can contemplate his image… — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
You will find a spring by the dwelling of the dead, to the left. Next to it stands a white cypress. Do… — Gustaw Herling-Grudzinski Copy Share Image
By the grey woods, by the swamp, where the toad and newt encamp, by the dismal tarns and pools, where dwell the… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
If you put your cameras down you might be able to live in the moment. You have a memory there of something… — Ian Brown Copy Share Image
Of the women in my childhood, I retain above all the memory of their perfumes, perfumes that lingered - filling the lift… — Christian Dior Copy Share Image
I'll always have fond memories of Guernsey. I lived there for three months in 1999 and loved walking all over the island. — Monica Galetti Copy Share Image
The Sheets are stained with... Memories of your soft kiss. Now this is all I have, Paper and pen to remember you… — Dallas Green Copy Share Image
I'm thinking about anything and everything. I'm making stuff up in my head, I'm using sense memory. Sometimes when it doesn't come… — Vera Farmiga Copy Share Image
I would like my work to be recognized as being in the classical tradition (Coptic, Egyptian, Greek, Chinese), as representing the Ideal… — Agnes Martin Copy Share Image
In memory, you can access something from the past, anything that you've experienced that you remember - it's there. Now, you might… — Annie Lennox Copy Share Image
Raaz' was one of the biggest grosser ever, and I'd have loved to be a part of the sequel. The original brings… — Dino Morea Copy Share Image
[in the true mad north] of introspection, where 'falcons of the inner eye' dive and die, glimpsing in their dying fall, all… — Lawrence Ferlinghetti Copy Share Image
One learns little more about a man from his feats of literary memory than from the feats of his alimentary canal. — Frank Moore Colby Copy Share Image
“You can’t say that, you can’t know what’s going to happen.” “As soon as you get a higher security clearance, I’ll show… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
“I was six years old when my mother died. For a long time afterward, the sweet and earthy magnolia scent of her… — Earlene Fowler Copy Share Image
I do not see in what manner practice alone can be sufficient for the production of correct, excellent, and finished pictures. Works… — Joshua Reynolds Copy Share Image
Banaras really pulls you. I had been to the city several years ago for a film shoot. Though I have very fleeting… — Himani Shivpuri Copy Share Image
Something will be there when the flood recedes. We know that. It will be those people now standing in the water, and… — Richard Ford Copy Share Image
A light wind blew through here that carried with it scents of sadness and loss, not recognizable odors but smells that corresponded… — Bentley Little Copy Share Image
Nothing in our daily life offers more of the comfort of continuity, the generational connection of belonging to a vast and complicated… — Ken Burns Copy Share Image
When I'm creating a character, it's a little bit like what my theater teachers used to tell me about Stanislavsky, like if… — Jeffrey Eugenides Copy Share Image
Life is about trusting your feelings, taking chances, finding happiness, appreciating the memories, and learning from the past. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“People walk the paths of the gardens below, and the wind sings anthems in the hedges, and the big old cedars at… — Anthony Doerr Copy Share Image
The one thing that's missing from the 9/11 Memorial & Museum, and I don't imagine we'll see it any time soon, is… — Haroon Moghul Copy Share Image
The whispers of the past are nothing but the smoke of a candle, waiting to be relit, for the essense of the… — Matthew McPherson Copy Share Image
What's done is done; What is gone is gone. One of life's lessons is keep moving. It's OK to look back and… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
It never leaves, not with someone we love. Their presence burns too vivid in our memories. Happen that is as it should… — Helen Hollick Copy Share Image
Suppose you read about a pill that you could take once a day to reduce anxiety and increase your contentment. Would you… — Jonathan Haidt Copy Share Image
As a relentless gatherer of moments, I find that my favorite images, although grounded in the present, are like spirits shaped by… — Sylvia Plachy Copy Share Image