#memories

When I was growing up in New Jersey, my mom would regularly take my sister and I into the city to see shows. I have many fond memories of standing in the half-price ticket line in Times Square and going to matinees. ↗

— Trey Anastasio

#fond #fond memories #going #growing #growing up

Why do we capital-N Nerds love Mars so much? Because it's beautiful, it's tough, it's buried in our mythic, childhood memories. It's covered with human triumphs but also with sad stories of failure. ↗

— Greg Bear

#beautiful #because #buried #childhood #childhood memories

By showing hunger, deprivation, starvation and brutality, as well as endurance and nobility, documentaries inform, prod our memories, even stir us to action. Such films do battle for our very soul. ↗

— Theodore Bikel

#battle #brutality #deprivation #documentaries #endurance

It's sad to know I'm done. But looking back, I've got a lot of great memories. ↗

— Bonnie Blair

#done #got #great #great memories #i

This Olympics is almost a little sad. It is my final Olympics. There are a lot of good memories. ↗

— Bonnie Blair

#final #good #little #lot #memories

The threat today is not that of the 1930s. It's not big powers going to war with each other. The ravages which fundamentalist political ideology inflicted on the 20th century are memories. The Cold war is over. Europe is at peace, if not always diplomatically. ↗

— Tony Blair

#always #big #century #cold #cold war

People used to say my son looked like a Mexican Biggie. And when he was first born, memories of Biggie... you know, we didn't always have the greatest days. For at least half the length of our marriage we were separated, so everyday was definitely not a good day. ↗

— Faith Evans

#biggie #born #day #days #definitely

I'm the first to admit that I like going to, or my memories at least of going to Clint Eastwood movies or Charles Bronson or James Bond. ↗

— Nicolas Cage

#bond #charles #clint #clint eastwood #eastwood

The woods do that to you, they always look familiar, long lost, like the face of a long-dead relative, like an old dream, like a piece of forgotten song drifting across the water, most of all like golden eternities of past childhood or past manhood and all the living and the dying and the heartbreak that went on a million years ago and the clouds as they pass overhead seem to testify(by their own lonesome familiarity) to this feeling. Taip būna miškuose, jie visada atrodo pažįstami, kadai prarasti, išblukę lyg seniai mirusio giminaičio veidas, tartum sena svajonė, tarsi nuotrupa pamirštos dainos, plaukiančios virš vandens, o labiau už viską - tarsi auksinės praėjusios vaikystės amžinybės ar preėjusios brandos, ir visa, kas gyva, visa, kas mirę, visa širdgėla, ištikusi prieš milijoną metų, ir debesys, plaukiantys tau virš galvos, liudija savo vienišu artimumu šį jausmą. ↗

— Jack Kerouac

#feelings-of-overwhelm #memories #reflections #woods #dreams

Some of my finest memories are from my time at the University of Texas. ↗

— Roger Clemens

#memories #my time #some #texas #time