Memories are important. They are the little pockets of nostalgia we dip into now and again just to remember what the past tasted like and sometimes it was good. In this way, we can build up a whole ladder of memories and reach a whole other world whenever we want it. It's comforting, it's an escape, but why not?

Here’s how to live: Make memories.

Memory really matters...only if it binds together the imprint of the past and the project of the future, if it enables us to act without forgetting what we wanted to do, to become without ceasing to be, and to be without ceasing to become.

I find out more and more every day how important it is for people to share their memories.

One lives in the hope of becoming a memory.

I think it is all a matter of love; the more you love a memory the stronger and stranger it becomes

We are born and have our being in a place of memory. We chart our lives by everything we remember from the mundane moment to the majestic. We know ourselves through the art and act of remembering. Memories offer us a world where there is no death, where we are sustained by rituals of regard and recollection

The stories we tell, the things we do, and the memories we have - either in our heads or in our backups - are more important than any physical object.

Making memories with those you love is what matters most in life.

If you want to keep your memories, you first have to live them.

It is a choice, creating memories is good for the children. In the olden days, we had photo albums, now we have social media.

Do something worth remembering.

And never forget, there is memory.

Memories mean more to me than dresses.