I would like to be remembered as someone who accomplished useful deeds, and who was a kind and loving person. I would like to leave the memory of a human being with a correct attitude and who did her best to help others.
— Grace Kelly
Reckoning Beautiful Memories quotations
You are told a lot about your education, but some beautiful, sacred memory, preserved since childhood, is perhaps the best education of all. If a man carries many such memories into life with him, he is saved for the rest of his days. And even if only one good memory is left in our hearts, it may also be the instrument of our salvation one day.
Every sunrise gives you a new beginning and a new ending.
Let this morning be a new beginning to a better relationship and a new ending to the bad memories. Its an opportunity to enjoy life, breathe freely, think and love. Be grateful for this beautiful day.
Love is a really scary thing, and you never know what's going to happen.
It's one of the most beautiful things in life, but it's one of the most terrifying. It's worth the fear because you have more knowledge, experience, you learn from people, and you have memories.
It is the beautiful task of Advent to awaken in all of us memories of goodness and thus to open doors of hope.
A daughter is the happy memories of the past, the joyful moments of the present, and the hope and promise of the future.
And they who for their country die shall fill an honored grave, for glory lights the soldier's tomb, and beauty weeps the brave.
If you could only keep quiet, clear of memories and expectations, you would be able to discern the beautiful pattern of events. Its your restlessness that causes chaos.
Wherever a beautiful soul has been there is a trail of beautiful memories.
It's easier to die when you have lived, than it is to die when you haven't.
So I say to all young people, go make memories; beautiful memories. Because when the time comes to go, you won't go alone.
I have a horrible memory and I used to consider that a liability, but I've learned along the way that talking to people is really a beautiful thing.
A very beautiful woman hardly ever leaves a clear-cut impression of features and shape in the memory: usually there remains only an aura of living color
Love isn't restricted by time because every minute and every second creates beautiful memories.
I don't know when we'll see each other again or what the world will be like when we do. We may both have seen many horrible things. But I will think of you every time I need to be reminded that there is beauty and goodness in the world.
Literature boils with the madcap careers of writers brought to the edge by the demands of living on their nerves, wringing out their memories and their nightmares to extract meaning, truth, beauty.
These beautiful days ... do not exist as mere pictures - maps hung upon the walls of memory to brighten at times when touched by association or will ... They saturate themselves into every part of the body and live always.
Hardships are quickly forgotten. Intense heat, bitter cold, rain and snow, fatigue,and luckless hunting fade quickly into memories of great fellowship, thoughts of beautiful country, pleasant camps, and happy campfires.
A friend knows the song in my heart and sings it to me when my memory fails.
We fell in love, despite our differences, and once we did, something rare and beautiful was created. For me, love like that has only happened once, and that's why every minute we spent together has been seared in my memory. I'll never forget a single moment of it.
I don't have any beauty shop memories. I remember the barber shop.
Friends are the most important part of your life.
Treasure the tears, treasure the laughter, but most importantly, treasure the memories.
Near this spot are deposited the remains of one who possessed beauty without vanity, strength without insolence, courage without ferocity, and all the virtues of man, without his vices. This praise, which would be unmeaning flattery if inscribed over human ashes, is but a just tribute to the memory of Botswain, a dog.
I have a pretty good memory, but memories are time beings, too, like cherry blossoms or ginkgo leaves; for a while they are beautiful, and then they fade and die.
A memory is only a Prince Charming who stays just long enough to awaken the Sleeping Beauties of our wordless stories.
You Too? I thought I was the only one.
The sight of anything extremely beautiful, in nature or in art, brings back the memory of what one loves, with the speed of lightning.
What will your children remember? We can change the world inside our own houses.
Take the gift of this moment and make something beautiful of it. Few worthwhile experiences just happen; memories are made on purpose.
At that moment, beauty itself struck me as a kind of painful melancholy.
The brain appears to possess a special area which we might call poetic memory and which records everything that charms or touches us, that makes our lives beautiful ... Love begins at the point when a woman enters her first word into our poetic memory.
Make yourselves nests of pleasant thoughts.
None of us knows what fairy palaces we may build of beautiful thought-proof against all adversity. Bright fancies, satisfied memories, noble histories, faithful sayings, treasure houses of precious and restful thoughts, which care cannot disturb, nor pain make gloomy, nor poverty take away from us.
Do not trust your memory; it is a net full of holes; the most beautiful prizes slip through it.
Other than motherhood, the eight years that I spent at the University of Wisconsin, Madison, I have incredibly fond memories of. It's a beautiful place, with four seasons up in Wisconsin. And really wonderful people.
. . . the time has also come to identify and preserve free-flowing stretches of our great rivers before growth and development make the beauty of the unspoiled waterway a memory.
Perhaps things are most beautiful when they are not quite real;
when you look upon a scene as an outsider, and come to possess it in its entirety and forever; when you live in the present with the lucidity and feeling of memory; when, for want of connection, the world deepens and becomes art.
I try to mimic the pattern of memory and of thinking and the randomness of life.
It's like a journey. That is the main thing about the beauty of life; that you don't cram. And not only beauty, but also the fact that there is never a concrete thing in life.