Best Memories Quotes

I grew up around the Luxembourg Gardens, so I guess that is my best memory.

The best memories are those which we have forgotten.

I did a movie called Marathon Man and it was one of my best memories.

Some of my best memories are sitting on my dad's lap, cheering on Olga and Nadia, Carl Lewis and others for their brilliance and perfection.

The one who thinks over his experiences most, and weaves them into systematic relations with each other, will be the one with the best memory.

And now I have to stop. Because every time I remember this, I have to cry a little by myself. I don't know why something that made me so happy then feels so sad now. Maybe that is the way it is with the best memories.

Some of the best memories of my childhood that I have are the times that I played hooky from school so I could spend my days in the public library reading all the wonderful books at my disposal.

It is immature and lazy to imagine we know everything there is to know about someone before we know that someone. We don't know their stories, their histories, their real live human feelings. We don't know their favorite movies and best memories and what makes them afraid. It is unfair to take one fact, one thing they've said or we heard they said, or one thing they wrote, or someone else's experience, or a group they identify with and make a character sketch. If people did that to us, the picture would be so woefully incomplete, we wouldn't even recognize our own description.

I'd say my best memory was climbing Mt. Fuji, and the worst memory was... trying to fit my feet into the free giveaway slippers at Japanese schools.

Living in Sydney, I've taken the chance to start surfing again. One of my best memories of growing up is catching my first proper wave and surfing across it and my brother cheering at me from the shore.

Of the five senses, smell is the one with the best memory.

The true story...is the realization that no time in your life is ever perfect, that even the best memories have cracks you might not see.

While traveling, I've found that spontaneity keeps things fresh, while serendipity guides me through it all. There have been a lot of rough moments along the way, but they often bear the best memories.

One of the best memories of my life is contemplating that first finished drawing and realizing I had cracked the code, that I could make drawings like this whenever I wanted.

I have the best memories as a kid eating ice cream. It was a family tradition that I had with my father. It was nice.

I knew I would hate my best memory because it would prove that people could fake love or that love could end or worst of all, love was not powerful enough to change a life.

The weakest ink is better than the best memory. Study with pen in hand.

The things that go wrong often make the best memories.

I've always subscribed to an old Chinese proverb that the palest ink is better than the best memory.

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.

Memory is a complicated thing, a relative to truth, but not its twin.

Memory is the mother of all wisdom.

It is singular how soon we lose the impression of what ceases to be constantly before us. A year impairs, a luster obliterates. There is little distinct left without an effort of memory, then indeed the lights are rekindled for a moment - but who can be sure that the Imagination is not the torch-bearer?

What we remember from childhood we remember forever - permanent ghosts, stamped, inked, imprinted, eternally seen.

A memory is what is left when something happens and does not completely unhappen.

Some memories are realities, and are better than anything that can ever happen to one again.

The best things in life come in threes, like friends, dreams, and memories.

My best memories are because I was on teams I love - even going back to being a kid. Not just in the NBA.

I think my best memories are when I go home to California and I get play beach volleyball with my friends from home.

After you're dead and buried and floating around whatever place we go to, what's going to be your best memory of Earth? What one moment for you defines what it's like to be alive on this planet? What's your takeaway? Fake yuppie experiences that you had to spend money on, like white water rafting or elephant rides in Thailand don't count. I want to hear some small moment from your life that proves you're really alive.

We do not remember days, we remember moments.

The heart's memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good.

My very best memory of Montreal was the moment inside the Olympic arena when I was waiting under the stadium and those majestic gates opened up. It was a whole other world.

And last, my mom. I don’t think you know what you did. You had my brother when you were 18 years old. Three years later, I came out. The odds were stacked against us. Single parent with two boys by the time you were 21 years old. Everybody told us we weren’t supposed to be here. We went from apartment to apartment by ourselves. One of the best memories I had was when we moved into our first apartment, no bed, no furniture and we just sat in the living room and just hugged each other. We thought we made it.

The advantage of a bad memory is that one enjoys several times the same good things for the first time.

I love London because of the history. The times I've been there have been some of the best memories in my life. Singing there, seeing great theater - and the people like a Southern accent.

Each day of our lives we make deposits in the memory banks of our children.