“I have this horrific thing where I'm really bad with names and faces. I have an appalling memory. Someone will come up to me in the street and go, 'Eddie!', and I'll try and give myself time by going into overdrive, 'Hey, hi! Nice to see you!' and start a whole conversation because I can't distinguish between who I know and who I don't.” KnowsGivingTryingI CanWholeFacesNamesMemoriesNiceStreetsConversationCome UpHeyBecause I CanHorrificOverdriveNice To See You Author:Eddie Redmayne
“My divorce has changed my life. I don’t cry anymore. My bad dreams are starting to go away. I feel stronger, as if all these ordeals have toughened me. When I go out in the street, sometimes women in the neighborhood call to me, congratulating me and shouting ‘Mabrouk!’ – a word once tainted by evil memories, but which I know like to hear again. And shouted by women I don’t even know! I blush, but deep down I’m so proud.” IfsKnowsFeelsSometimesDreamEvilMemoriesStreetsCryChangedProudStrongerStartingDivorceNeighborhoodGoing AwayDeep DownShoutingChanged My LifeOrdealsTaintedBad Dream Book:I Am Nujood, Age 10 and Divorced Source: I Am Nujood, Age 10 and Divorced
“Words, English words, are full of echoes, of memories, of associations. They have been out and about, on people's lips, in their houses, in the streets, in the fields, for so many centuries. And that is one of the chief difficulties in writing them today -- that they are stored with other meanings, with other memories, and they have contracted so many famous marriages in the past.” PeopleWritingHas BeensTodayPastHouseMemoriesMarriageStreetsCenturyFieldsDifficultyLipsChiefsAssociationEchoesEnglish Words Author:Virginia Woolf
“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
“In Middle America men are awakening. Like awkward and untrained boys we begin to turn toward maturity and with our awakening we hunger for song. But in our towns and fields there are few memory haunted places. Here we stand in roaring city streets, on steaming coal heaps, in the shadow of factories from which come only the grinding roar of machines. We do not sing but mutter in the darkness. Our lips are cracked with dust and with the heat of furnaces. We but mutter and feel our way toward the promise of song.” MenWayFeelsAmericaSongTurnsMemoriesCitiesBoysDarknessStreetsMiddleFieldsPromiseShadowMachinesTownsLipsHungerAwakeningDustMaturityHeatFactoriesAwkwardCoalCrackedRoaringFurnacesOur TownCity StreetsMiddle America Author:Sherwood Anderson
“When a sudden ray of sun or a moonbeam falls on a dreary street, it makes no difference what it illumines-a broken bottle on the ground, a fading flower in a field, or the flaxen blonde hair of a child's head. The object is transformed and the viewer is transfixed. Celebrate that moment of beauty and take it with you in your memory. It is God's gift to you.” ChildrenMomentsFallDifferencesMemoriesBeautySunStreetsFieldsObjectsFlowerHairBrokenCelebrateThat MomentBottlesRaysTransformedViewersOur MemoriesBlondeFadingDrearyBlonde HairMoonbeams Author:Luci Swindoll
“I do have a really good memory. I mean, like, I can remember all the phone numbers of everybody on the street I grew up on.” MeanI CanRememberMemoriesNumbersStreetsGrewGrew UpPhonesGood MemoriesPhone Numbers Author:Mary Karr
“The most important, the longest lasting, the strongest emotional, and the most practiced memories are the ones that are embedded the deepest in the brain, and because we have retrieved them so many times previously, they are the most able to be retrieved. We all hear about people who can remember their youth, their phone number, or street address from 70 years ago, but they cannot recall what they had for breakfast. The memory of this morning's breakfast wasn't rehearsed, and wasn't very important, so it fades away quickly.” PeopleYearsImportantAbleRememberMemoriesNumbersBrainMorningStreetsYouthEmotionalYears AgoPhonesAddressesLastingStrongestBreakfastFadesRecallsEmbeddedFade AwayPhone Numbers Author:Daniel Levitin
“The color and spectacle of Mexico's streets sparked my interest in community driven space and experience, a passion that I began to develop while studying architecture at Syracuse University and then at the Architectural Association School in London. Having been immersed in such a diverse array of lively environments, it would be impossible for me not to use these memories and experiences as inspiration for my work.” UseInspirationWould BeSchoolPassionInterestCommunityMemoriesSpaceStudyEnvironmentImpossibleStreetsColorUniversityLondonDrivenArchitectureAssociationMexicoDiverseLivelySyracuse Author:David Rockwell
“I have always loved jazz music and as a teen growing up in New York City and then later on as an adult have great memories of the jazz clubs that were all located on 52nd Street. I still catch as many jazz shows as I can when I am in New York. And when I perform, I have my jazz quartet by my side. Jazz musicians keep things spontaneous and very "live," which is the way I like to perform.” WayStillsI CanShowsSidesMemoriesCitiesGrowing UpGrowingStreetsNew YorkMusicianAdultsJazzClubsNew York CitySpontaneousJazz MusicJazz MusicianQuartetsGreat Memories Author:Tony Bennett
“Fifty years from now I don't think optical realism is going to be an issue in visual communication any more. Experience is so much richer than light falling on your retina. You embody a microcosm of reality when you walk down the street - your memories, your varying degrees of awareness of what's going on around you, everything we could call the contextualizing information. Representing that information is going to be the main issue in the years ahead - how the world meets the mind, not the eye.” ThinkingWorldYearsMindRealityLightEyeFallMemoriesWalksIssuesStreetsAwarenessInformationCommunicationDegreesVisualsFiftyRealismOur MemoriesRepresentingMicrocosm Author:Bill Viola
“That you are not already golden word in our streets Already memories Your love fades Already Whether you are no longer to have perished.” MemoriesStreetsGoldenFades Author:Louis Aragon
“I don't remember my childhood very well at all, but my earliest memory is holding a man's hand as I was walking down the street at about 1ВЅ. I can still remember the shoes I was wearing, but I don't know who the man was or what the memory relates to.” KnowsMenWellsStillsI CanHandsRememberMemoriesStreetsChildhoodHe ManWalkingShoesRelate Author:Naomie Harris
“In Vienna, when I was a year-and-a-half or two years-old. I remember it because I remember the little blue raincoat I used to wear, and how the buttons felt. I liked to walk on the street in front of our house when it was raining, and jump into all the puddles. That's weird, but that's my earliest memory.” YearsLittlesTwoRememberUsedHouseFeltMemoriesWalksHalfStreetsFrontsRainBlueTwo YearsButtonsPuddlesViennaTwo Year Olds Author:Boris Kodjoe
“I remember when Martin Luther King was assassinated and riots broke out in the city. We celebrated Palm Sunday on 14th Street. I have a memory of walking down the street with buildings smoldering, and soldiers and cops everywhere. Anyways, it [St. Stephen’s] was a church that really taught me the things I needed to learn to not go to church. But I think it is a church that does great work, I went to a wedding there three days ago.” ThinkingDoeRememberThreeChurchMemoriesCitiesStreetsBuildingTaughtKingsNeededWalkingSoldierBrokeSundayCopPalmsRemember WhenGreat WorkLutherRiotPalm Sunday Author:Ian MacKaye