Pastoral Resources

My memories of camp - I was four years old to eight years old - they're fond memories.

Newlyweds, they have this ideal, this picture of what marriage is like, something similar of their favorite memories growing up. If only it were that simple.

The first thing I think of when I hear the name of Lucille Ball is a Hollywood legend. I have fond memories of growing up at her house, but she was a different person off the set than she was on the set.

The Olympics: not one of my better memories.

We're not that far from being able to plant images, memories, and emotional states directly into the brain.

Victory is everything. You can spend the money but you can never spend the memories.

The poetry of a people comes from the deep recesses of the unconscious, the irrational and the collective body of our ancestral memories.

My grandmothers are full of memories, smelling of soap and onions and wet clay, with veins rolling roughly over quick hands, they have many clean words to say, my grandmothers were strong.

I think things like food, the food of the south is sort of the common tie that binds us all, Black and White, the sense memories. It's a very particular part of the country.

We have four beautiful children and some wonderful memories.

He had to deal all at once with the packed regrets and stifled memories of an inarticulate lifetime.

Most people think that shadows follow, precede or surround beings or objects. The truth is that they also surround words, ideas, desires, deeds, impulses and memories.

I shot Footloose nearby, and we used to hike. Very fond memories.

So much of what we do is ephemeral and quickly forgotten, even by ourselves, so it's gratifying to have something you have done linger in people's memories.

They say I live a fast life. Maybe I just like a fast life. I wouldn't give it up for anything in the world. It won't last forever, either. But the memories will.

Memories are like mulligatawny soup in a cheap restaurant. It is best not to stir them.

Whenever I think of the past, it brings back so many memories.

I miss my Dad. My Dad loved cheesy monster movies, so we'd have Godzilla movie marathons. Those are some of my favorite memories, laughing at how the monster outfits were so bad, like black garbage bags for heads.