Another one of the old poets, whose name has escaped my memory at present, called Truth the daughter of Time..

I love people, but I love the thought and memory of them just as much..

Play Mozart in memory of me - and I will hear you..

To me, life is about creating memories. The regular days kind of just blend in. You have to create special times so that you will always remember the….

Memory, faith, and the natural world as both witness to the cycle of human life and healer to a questioning heart are at the core of this lovely and ….

Back to him she would never go, but in her lonely life still lived the sweet memory of that happy time when she believed in him and he was all in all….

He put his hand on his forehead and scoured the French department of his memory for a word. He knew it was in there. He'd put it in almost fifty year….

But these days, there's also a strong economic argument for doing away with capital punishment. With California facing its most severe fiscal crisis ….

Life is but a series of memories you make..

We've left the moment. It's gone. We're somewhere else now, and that's okay. We've still got that moment with us somewhere, deep in our memory, seepi….

Fonny and I just sat there... while the voices of the congregation rose and rose around us, without mercy... Teddy had the tambourine, and gave the c….

Maybe life is a process of trading hopes for memories..

Certain miracles that I beheld there have haunted my memory ever since: a gray April morning of sirocco, when the almond blossoms, the flaming tulips….

It appears to me that the subject of music, from Machaut to Boulez, has always been its construction. Melodies of 12-tone rows just don't happen. The….

There’s only one thing we can be sure of, and that is the love that we have -- for our children, for our families, for each other. The warmth of a s….

We are too ready to imagine that we are religious, because we know something of religion. We appropriate to ourselves the pious sentiments we read, a….

If you are to do justice to [the great roles], you must fly up to them - rather than dragging them down to you - by expanding your range of knowledge….

The record of a generous life runs like a vine around the memory of our dead, and every sweet unselfish act is now a perfumed flower..

Miro, I'm so sorry. I always felt such pity for you humans because you could only think of one thing at a time and your memories were so imperfect an….

The great events of life often leave one unmoved; they pass out of consciousness, and, when thinks of them, become unreal. Even the scarlet flowers o….

I am the harvest of man's stupidity. I am the fruit of the holocaust. I prayed like you to survive, but look at me now. It is over for us who are dea….