Quotes by Memories The repression of the memory is dependent upon and related to the suppression of feeling, for as long as the feeling persists, the memory remains vivid. Alexander Lowen feelings memories long Regular maps have few surprises: their contour lines reveal where the Andes are, and are reasonably clear. More precious, though, are the unpublished maps we make ourselves, of our city, our place, our daily world, our life; those maps of our private world we use every day; here I was happy, in that place I left my coat behind after a party, that is where I met my love; I cried there once, I was heartsore; but felt better round the corner..., things of that sort, our personal memories, that make the private tapestry of our lives. Alexander McCall Smith party cities memories We don't forget.... Our heads may be small, but they are as full of memories as the sky may sometimes be full of swarming bees, thousands and thousands of memories, of smells, of places, of little things that happened to us and which came back, unexpectedly, to remind us who we are. Alexander McCall Smith smell sky memories How vast a memory has Love! Alexander Pope love memories life Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain; awake but one, and in, what myriads rise! Alexander Pope chains brain memories Old men, for the most part, are like old chronicles that give you dull but true accounts of times past, and are worth knowing only on that score. Alexander Pope men memories past Remembrance and reflection how allied. What thin partitions divides sense from thought. Alexander Pope remembrance reflection memories Where beams of imagination play, the memory's soft figures melt away. Alexander Pope play inspirational memories As long as there is one heart on Earth where I still live, my memory will not die. Alexander Pushkin heart memories long The most compelling insight of that day was that this awesome recall had been brought about by a fraction of a gram of a white solid, but that in no way whatsoever could it be argued that these memories had been contained within the white solid. Everything I had recognized came from the depths of my memory and my psyche. I understood that our entire universe is contained in the mind and the spirit. We may choose not to find access to it, we may even deny its existence, but it is indeed there inside us, and there are chemicals that can catalyze its availability. Alexander Shulgin availability white memories A man's real possession is his memory. In nothing else is he rich, in nothing else is he poor. Alexander Smith real men memories Looking forward into an empty year strikes one with a certain awe, because one finds therein no recognition. The years behind have a friendly aspect, and they are warmed by the fires we have kindled, and all their echoes are the echoes of our own voices. Alexander Smith echoes fire memories We all end up living secret lives. We create what we are willing to admire and admiring what we shouldn't confess to the secret ofour own sin, our own insufficiency, our own sadness. We all end up taking our secrets into the world and handing them over to strangers, only to realize it's often too late to claim them back. The very nature of time passing is sad beyond words. Memories mean they're gone. Alexander Theroux sadness time memories Probably the earliest memories for me would be going to restaurants with my family. Alexander Wang my-family would-be memories I was really interested in this ability for others to create virtual memories for us. In "The Cartographers" I explore this through Adam Woods, and the company he works for, which produces virtual memories that people can beam into their consciousness. While the technology is sci-fi, the story is also a metaphor for the way love relationships create memories in our minds. Alexander Weinstein technology memories people When I wrote the story ["The Cartographers"], I'd just gone through a breakup with a woman I'd loved dearly. Without this other person in my life, the memories we'd shared often felt like phantoms. Who was this person I once loved? Did she still really exist? The answer, on a metaphysical level, was that this person didn't still exist. She'd gone on to become a different person, an individual with new hopes and dreams which no longer involved me. Alexander Weinstein breakup dream memories I came across an old story of mine that I'd written a decade ago. The main joke of the story is that a mother is telling her children about how she met their father online. The majority of memories the mother has all have to do with really funny links he sent her, a music download that she loved, etc. - and because of these superficial details she fell in love with the father. Reading it today, it's hardly a dystopian story; it's simply a realistic story about how people actually meet. Alexander Weinstein mother memories children I pulled myself from his mind, day by day, piece by piece, memory by memory, until there was nothing of Ruby left to weigh him down or keep him bound to my side. Alexandra Bracken rubies mind memories Ghosts don't haunt people--their memories do. Alexandra Bracken ghost memories people I use a lot of sense memory and, well, I can't really avoid getting into character. Alexandra Daddario use character memories «4567891011121314»