Memories Quote by Pat Conroy Download Open image “Except for memory, time would have no meaning at all.” — Pat Conroy ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.1 out of 5 (7 ratings) Copy quoteShare Memories Memory Purpose Time
Time has no meaning in itself unless we choose to give it significance — Leo Buscaglia Copy Share Image
“Without time, there would be no need for a memory. But without a memory, would there be such a thing as time? I don’t… — Joshua Foer Copy Share Image
Time is an absurdity. An abstraction. The only thing that matters is this moment. — Jonathan Nolan Copy Share Image
Time, like life itself, has no inherent meaning. We give our own meaning to time as to life. — Jonathan Lockwood Huie Copy Share Image
For each human being, time is a necessary resource. It can neither be ignored nor changed. — Joseph B. Wirthlin Copy Share Image
Time isn't made of anything. It is an abstraction. Just a meaning that we impose upon motion. — Anne Carson Copy Share Image
It's an article of faith that the novels I've loved will live inside me forever. — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
“my folks wouldn't read a book if you put a gun to their dicks. but they read people all day long and always get… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
Cameras are a lifesaver for very shy people who have nowhere else to hide. Behind a lens they can disguise the fact that they… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
Carolina beach music," Dupree said, coming up on the porch. "The holiest sound on earth. — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
“My memory often seems like a city of exiled poets afire with the astonishment of language, each believing in the integrity of his own… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
“We began our life together at a moment of natural self-pity and defeat that left an inimitable impression on both of us. The rejection… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
“I always liked your piety, Jack.” “I’m a lot cuter than the women of your generation,” Betsy said, playing up to Capers and Mike.… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
“From the beginning I've searched out those writers unafraid to stir up the emotions, who entrust me with their darkest passions, their most indestructible… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
“My mother's voice and my father's fists are two bookends of my childhood, and they form the basis of my art.” — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
“Over the years, my church gave me passage into a menagerie of exotic words unknown in the South: "introit," "offertory," "liturgy," "movable feast," "the… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
“I have built a city from the books I've read. A good book sings a a timeless music that is heard in the choir… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
I was 3-years-old - to this day it is a vivid memory. My family and I were on a boat, catching fish. As one… — Joaquin Phoenix Copy Share Image
In literature and art memory is a synonym for invention. It is the life-blood of imagination, which faints and dies when the veins are… — Robert Aris Willmott Copy Share Image
I am told many children block out the memory of trauma. In fact, the healing process can only truly begin when we are willing… — Phoebe Stone Copy Share Image
The cooler days have brought a wistful mood upon him. The smell of coalsmoke in the air at night. Old times, dead years. For… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
I have a memory like an elephant. I remember every elephant I've ever met. — Herb Caen Copy Share Image
That old man dies prematurely whose memory records no benefits conferred. They only have lived long who have lived virtuously. — Richard Brinsley Sheridan Copy Share Image
My greatest memories as a kid were playing sports with my dad and watching sports with my dad. — Mark Teixeira Copy Share Image
A well-fashioned day - with a beginning and an end, a purpose and a content, a color and a character, a feel and a… — Jim Rohn Copy Share Image
What keeps me motivated is not the food itself but all the bonds and memories the food represents. — Michael Chiarello Copy Share Image
In the name of Jerusalem. If I forget the extermination of the Jews, may my right hand wither, may my tongue stick to my… — Menachem Begin Copy Share Image
Memory revises me. Even now a letter comes from a place I don’t know, from someone with my name and postmarked years ago, while… — Li-Young Lee Copy Share Image
