Eugenie Anderson Quotes

For my 50th birthday, my cousin Helmut gave me the most profound, beautiful, and striking present. He made books out of my dad's slide photographs, which were stored and forgotten. Looking at those books made me cry.

Memories are the best things in life, I think.

To me, they are equally important, as they represent a certain period in my life and times. With that in mind, it really is impossible to pick favorites.

I like to spend time in the past, with the things that have been important to me.

It's your glove, your baseball glove. It's got a soul, a memory all its own, and a future that never fades because it has never let go of the grasp the past has on you and so many others.

I think 2019 will always have a special place for fans.

Anyone who doesn't miss the past never had a mother.

Our dreams are made of real things, like a shoebox full of photographs.

One thing I wish I could tell my younger self: take photos of everyday life, not special occasions; later, that's what will be interesting to you.

Let us say in the pocket of one of my old coats I find a movie ticket from many years ago. Once I see the ticket, not only do I remember that I saw this movie, but also scenes from this movie, which I think I have entirely forgotten, come back to me. Objects have this power, and I like it.

I love having my ghosts, and I love having my memories.

I always think clothing is like a scrapbook: you remember all the good memories and the past times.

All the records I keep are like friends I visit.

Me and my dad, we're both quite nostalgic people.

My memories mean a lot to me, and I hold them close to my heart.

Seeing my father's handwriting puts me in contact with the man he was at each stage of his life.

Pop music is a constant reminder of what you were doing at the time, it holds all sorts of memories.

There were hundreds of them spread across the floor, each telling its own tale of triumph or sadness, each letter representing a phase in her life. She had kept them all.

Tonight, I feel like my whole body is made out of memories. I'm a mix-tape, a cassette that's been rewound so many times you can hear the fingerprints smudged on the tape.

Memories are perhaps the best gifts of all.

All those moments, those memories. Everything that we are, compressed in just two or three kilos of paper — the weight of a human heart.

We live in a world made up more of story than stuff. We are creatures of memory more than reminders, of love more than likes.

Clothing is . . . an exercise in memory. It makes me explore the past: how did I feel when I wore that. They are like signposts in the search for the past.

I am always drawn back to places where I have lived, the houses and their neighborhoods.

I had funny memories, too, but the music was more important to me than anything else.