“I had some vague memory of visiting Canberra as a lad, when we came up with my father by car. But when I made the long train journey from Sydney to Canberra and arrived at the little stop, I did wonder slightly whether this really was the national capital.” LittlesLongMadeFatherMemoriesWonderJourneyCarTrainVagueVisitingLadSydneyCanberra Author:John Henry Carver
“The war does not end when you come home. It lives on in memories of your fellow soldiers, sailors, airmen and Marines who gave their lives. It endures in the wound that is slow to heal, the disability that isn't going away, the dream that wakes you at night, or the stiffening in your spine when a car backfires down the street.” DoeWarEndsHomeDreamNightMemoriesStreetsCarFellowsEndureSoldierWoundsHealGoing AwayComing HomeDisabilityMarineSailorSpineWakes YouAirmenBackfireFellow Soldiers Author:Barack Obama
“All my early memories are of forms and shapes and textures. Moving through and over the West Riding landscape with my father in his car, the hills were sculptures; the roads defined the form. Above all, there was the sensation of moving physically over the contours of fullnessess and concavities, through hollows and over peaks - feeling, touching, seeing, through mind and hand and eye. This sensation has never left me. I, the sculptor, am the landscape. I am the form and the hollow, the thrust and the contour.” MindArtFeelingsHandsEyeMovingFormFatherLeftMemoriesSeeingCarShapesWestDefinedHillsLandscapeSensationsTouchingRidingSculptureHollowTextureThrustSculptors Book:A Pictorial Autobiography Source: A Pictorial Autobiography
“In giving our daughter life, her father and I had also given her death, something I hadn't realized until that new creature flailed her arms in what was now infinite space. We had given her disease and speeding cars and flying cornices: once out of the fortress that had been myself, she would never be safe again ... We disappoint our kids and they disappoint us, and sometimes they grow up into people we don't like very much. We go on loving, though what we love may be more memory than actuality. And until the day we die we fear the phone that rings in the middle of the night.” PeopleGivingMaySometimesKidsNightDiesFatherGivenGrowsMemoriesSpaceGrowing UpMiddleCarArmsGoes OnSafeCreaturesDiseaseDaughterInfinitePhonesRingsFlyingDisappointMiddle Of The NightOur DaughterActualityFortressesSpeedingInfinite SpaceSpeeding Cars Author:Mary Cantwell
“Raising children is a spur-of-the-moment, seat-of-the-pants sort of deal, as any parent knows, particularly after an adult child says that his most searing memory consists of an offhand comment in the car on the way to second grade that the parent cannot even dimly recall.” KnowsWayChildrenMomentsParentMemoriesDealsCarAdultsSeatsGradesCommentPantsRecallsRaising ChildrenSpursSpur Of The MomentAdult Children Author:Anna Quindlen
“Some people grew up in the '70s, powerful, beautiful memories of the '70s which to me is one of the worst decades. It has something to do with that. Has something to with the birth of rock 'n' roll, and something to do with those American cars. an incredible design. There was so much optimism at that time and it must leak into the process.” PeopleBeautifulProcessMemoriesPowerfulWorstRocksCarDesignGrewBirthGrew UpOptimismIncrediblesDecadesRock N RollLeaksBeautiful MemoriesAmerican Cars Author:David Lynch
“Drug misuse is not a disease, it is a decision, like the decision to step out in front of a moving car. You would call that not a disease but an error in judgment. When a bunch of people begin to do it, it is a social error, a life-style. In this particular life-style the motto is "Be happy now because tomorrow you are dying," but the dying begins almost at once, and the happiness is a memory.” PeopleMovingSocialMemoriesDecisionStepsDyingCarStyleFrontsParticularTomorrowDrugDiseaseJudgmentErrorsBunchMottoMisuseLife Style Book:A Scanner Darkly Source: A Scanner Darkly
“A car crossed two lanes of traffic, flipped, and landed on my dad's car. I don't blame cars. My dad loved cars. I don't have many memories of my dad. The love of cars is all I have of him, really.” TwoMemoriesCarDadBlameMy DadTrafficLanesFlipped Author:Tim Allen
“You know how sometimes you just have a memory of looking up and seeing a face looking over your crib and then remember nothing until tenth grade? - I have one of these early memories where I'm in the back of my parents' car, a place I loved to spend a lot of time as an only child, not having to fight with venomous siblings over the only toy.” KnowsChildrenSometimesRememberFacesFightingParentMemoriesKnow HowSeeingCarGradesOver YouToysSiblingOnly ChildVenomous Author:Billy Collins
“I live my life until there's no more living to be done. Because you never know when it's going to stop. Wake up tomorrow and it could all be gone, bro. All the cars, all the motorcycles, everything. All the memories. We could go into a state of emergency, you know, and the world goes to war. The money won't count for nothing.” KnowsWorldWarStatesDoneMemoriesGoneCarTomorrowWake UpLiving My LifeEmergenciesMotorcycleI Live My LifeBros Author:Fetty Wap