Although my memory's fading, I remember two things very clearly: I am a great sinner and Christ is a great Savior.— John Newton
Belligerent Memories Fade quotations
Some days I wish I could go back in life. Not to change anything, but to feel a few things twice.
The bitterness of poor quality is remembered long after the sweetness of low price has faded from memory.
The horrors of the Second World War, the chilling winds of the Cold War and the crushing weight of the Iron Curtain are little more than fading memories. Ideals that once commanded great loyalty are now taken for granted.
Remember how far you've come, not just how far you have to go. You are not where you want to be, but neither are you where you used to be.
Memories, even your most precious ones, fade surprisingly quickly.
But I don’t go along with that. The memories I value most, I don’t ever see them fading.
Literature is the noblest of all the arts.
Music dies on the air, or at best exists only as a memory; oratory ceases with the effort; the painter's colors fade and the canvas rots; the marble is dragged from its pedestal and is broken into fragments.
The memory fades, and I’m left hanging on to the ghosts of his words.
Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things.
Memories fade but words hang around forever.
The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again.
Dreams are the eraser dust I blow off my page.
They fade into the emptiness, another dark gray day. Dreams are only memories of the plans I had back then. Dreams are eraser dust and now I use a pen.
Live the way you want to be remembered.
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.
If only there could be an invention that bottled up a memory, like scent.
And it never faded, and it never got stale. And then, when one wanted it, the bottle could be uncorked, and it would be like living the moment all over again.
Photography is thus brought within reach of every human being who desires to preserve a record of what he sees… and enables the fortunate possessor to go back by the light of his own fireside to scenes which would otherwise fade from memory and be lost.
The axe forgets what the tree remembers.
Memory fades, memory adjusts, memory conforms to what we think we remember.
Like an old photograph, time can make a feeling fade, but the memory of a first love never fades away.
Remember that time slurs over everything, let all deeds fade, blurs all writings and kills all memories. Exempt are only those which dig into the hearts of men by love.
Never regret a day in your life: good days give happiness, bad days give experience, worst days give lessons, and best days give memories.
It's what each of us sows, and how, that gives us character and prestige.
Seeds of kindness, goodwill, and human understanding, planted in fertile soil, spring up into deathless friendships, big deeds of worth, and a memory that will not soon fade out. We are all sowers of seeds-and let us never forget it!
You were everything, everything that I wanted.
We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it. And all of the memories, so close to me, just fade away. All this time you were pretending. So much for my happy ending.
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.
Spend time with those you love. One of these days you will say either: "I wish I had" or "I'm glad I did".
Experience had taught me that even the most precious memories fade with the passage of time.
I listened to them fade away till all I could hear was my memory of the sound.
Ah, tell me not that memory sheds gladness o'er the past, what is recalled by faded flowers, save that they did not last?
You can't rush something you want to last forever.
There was a kindliness about intoxication - there was that indescribable gloss and glamour it gave, like the memories of ephemeral and faded evenings.
Memories have no life. They're just pale reminders of a time that's gone-like faded photographs.
Why did happy memories fade and blur until one could scarcely recall them at all, while horrible memories seemed to retain their blinding clarity and painful sharpness?
People don't realize that now is all there ever is; There is no past or future except as memory or anticipation in your mind.
Memories and thoughts age, just as people do.
But certain thoughts can never age, and certain memories can never fade.
The man who lies asleep will never waken fame, and his desire and all his life drift past him like a dream, and the traces of his memory fade from time like smoke in air, or ripples on a stream.
Thus is our treaty written; thus is agreement made. Thought is the arrow of time; memory never fades. What was asked is given; the price is paid.
Never forget that everything Hitler did in Germany was legal.
Ah, tell me not that memory Sheds gladness o'er the past;
What is recalled by faded flowers, Save that they did not last? Were it not better to forget, Than but remember and regret?
No taste of food, no feel of water, no sound of wind, no memory of tree or grass or flower, no image of moon or star are left to me. I am naked in the dark, Sam, and there is no veil between me and the wheel of fire. I begin to see it even with my waking eyes, and all else fades.
My life was hurrying, racing tragically toward its end.
And yet at the same time it was dripping so slowly, so very slowly now, hour by hour, minute by minute. One always has to wait until the sugar melts, the memory dies, the wound scars over, the sun sets, the unhappiness lifts and fades away.
Examine the past, but don't live in it.
If there never was a night or day and memories could fade away, then we'd be nothing left but the dreams we made
Memories which someday will become all beautiful when the last annoyance that encumbers them shall have faded out of our minds.
Happy indeed is the naturalist: to him the seasons come round like old friends;
to him the birds sing: as he walks along, the flowers stretch out from the hedges, or look up from the ground, and as each year fades away, he looks back on a fresh store of happy memories.
Scars heal, glory fades, and all we're left with are the memories made.
pain hurts, but only for a minute. life is short, so go on and live it.
Memories are meant to fade, Lenny. They're designed that way for a reason.