Cynthia Nixon Quotes

The past is what you take with you.

Memory believes before knowing remembers. Believes longer than recollects, longer than knowing even wonders.

History could hover, like a faint perfume or a memory stamped on the back of one's eyelids.

Memory. My poison, my food.

In memory's telephoto lens, far objects are magnified.

This is the place. Stand still, my steed,- Let me review the scene, And summon from the shadowy past The forms that once have been.

I think memory is the most important asset of human beings. It's a kind of fuel; it burns and it warms you. My memory is like a chest: There are so many drawers in that chest, and when I want to be a fifteen-year-old boy, I open up a certain drawer and I find the scenery I saw when I was a boy in Kobe. I can smell the air, and I can touch the ground, and I can see the green of the trees. That's why I want to write a book.

Memories are simply moments that refuse to be ordinary.

A photograph it a souvenir of a memory. It is not a moment. It is the looking at the photograph that becomes the moment. Your own moment.

I am interested in the past. Perhaps one of the reasons is we cannot make, cannot change the past. I mean you can hardly unmake the present. But the past after all is merely to say a memory, a dream. You know my own past seems continually changed when I am remembering it, or reading things that are interesting to me.

Remembrances last longer than present realities.

How that name comes up. Mixing memory and desire

I fly through memory to find a newborn love.

For as long as I can remember, I've had memories.

A great love is a lot like a good memory. When it's there, and you know it's there, but its just out of your reach, it can be all that you think about. And you can focus on it, and try to force it. But the more that you do, the more you seem to push it away. But if you're patient, and hold still...Maybe. Just maybe, it'll come to you.

The memories of childhood have a strange shuttling quality, and areas of darkness ring the spaces of light. The memories of childhood are like clear candles in an acre of night, illuminating fixed scenes from surrounding darkness.

Things are revealed through the memories we have of them. Remembering a thing means seeing it only then for the first time.

[Memory] is a passion no less powerful or pervasive than love. It is [the ability] to live in more than one world, to prevent the past from fading, and to call upon the future to illuminate it.

I explore it now in the only place left for it, my memory.

Memory is very important, the memory of each photo taken, flowing at the same speed as the event.

What beastly incidents our memories insist on cherishing, the ugly, and the disgusting; the beautiful things we have to keep diaries to remember.

The strands are all there; to the memory nothing is ever lost.

Memory is never pure. And recollection is always coloured by the life lived since

I have a very vivid memory.

Memory is a form of time travel. That's something we do during the course of the day, every single day. The idea of actually being able to physically adjust that and change it instead of being haunted by it is a really human thing.