Pastoral Resources

There are a lot of good memories, and because I was injured, during the rehab, I met my wife. The tennis was very good but the injuries were good for something too.

No memory is ever alone; it's at the end of a trail of memories, a dozen trails that each have their own associations.

I started cooking when I was about 10. I have memories like when I was 6 or 7 with my mom, and when I was 12 I started getting real serious about cooking.

This story is based on a gentleman who indeed did... used to come to my parents' house in 1971 from Bangladesh. He was at the University of Rhode Island. And I was four, four years old, at the time, and so I actually don't have any memories of this gentleman.

I never go to funerals. To me a person is dead when he breathes for the last time. After that, your memories should be personal.

The one thing I need to leave behind is good memories.

Well, the memories were obviously - every match is important, every point counts, especially the last sort of 18, 20 years when the matches have been so tight.

I am happy as happiness goes, for a woman who has so many memories and who lives the lonely life of an actress.

Anyone who limits her vision to memories of yesterday is already dead.

You can close your eyes to reality but not to memories.

Human memory is a marvelous but fallacious instrument. The memories which lie within us are not carved in stone; not only do they tend to become erased as the years go by, but often they change, or even increase by incorporating extraneous features.

I don't have any beauty shop memories. I remember the barber shop.

Those fields of daisies we landed on, and dusty fields and desert stretches. Memories of many skies and earths beneath us - many days, many nights of stars.

Through the years, I have so many wonderful memories of playing with the Red Wings: winning four Stanley Cups, scoring big goals, going into battle every night side by side with my teammates, playing with every ounce of effort I could muster.

Writing a book is a very lonely business. You are totally cut off from the rest of the world, submerged in your obsessions and memories.

I have many memories of waking up to eat breakfast that my mother carefully prepared for us and her saying, what do y'all want for lunch, and as we're eating lunch, what do y'all want for dinner? It's always about the next meal.

San Francisco is gone. Nothing remains of it but memories.

I've never tried to block out the memories of the past, even though some are painful. I don't understand people who hide from their past. Everything you live through helps to make you the person you are now.

Ocean is more ancient than the mountains, and freighted with the memories and the dreams of Time.

I have a lot of great memories, but I can't imagine anything more exciting than the life I have now.