Sonia Braga Quotes

Strange, what brings these past things so vividly back to us, sometimes!

Memories are contrary things; if you quit chasing them and turn your back, they often return on their own.

That reminds me of something that happened to me when I was a kid.

Some memories remain close; you can shut your eyes and find yourself back in them. But there are second-person memories, too, distant you memories, and these are trickier: you watch yourself in disbelief.

I came in 11 years ago. I remember it like it was tomorrow

[Memory] visits when it is hungry, not when you are.

But standing in that hallway, it was all coming back to me. Memories were waiting at the edges of things, beckoning to me.

Memory has a heavy backspin, yet it’s still impossible to land exactly where we took off.

I have lots of favourite memories but I can't say that I have a favourite film.

Leftovers in their less visible form are called memories. Stored in the refrigerator of the mind and the cupboard of the heart.

My greatest inspiration is memory.

Some memories are realities, and are better than anything that can ever happen to one again.

Looking back across the years, so many pictures flash on the screen of my memory that just as I begin to see one clearly, another slides in, blotting out the first, itself to be pushed aside by the next and the next and the next.

People try to keep their past, like kind of holding on to their past. Every Springsteen song talks about that.

Memory is quite central for me. Part of it is that I like the actual texture of writing through memory. I like the atmospheres that result if episodes are narrated through the haze of memory.

I tend to live in the past because most of my life is there.

I remember everything from 1976. I remember I was 14, and I remember my routines.

One has to spend time sort of really going back through one's memories. When you do start doing that then, you do recall more as time goes on.

People don't always realize that as a performer, you've got to relive those moments. Memories crash through your brains, and you've got to think about your past and the reason why you wrote the song. All that emotion comes back.

Acting brings up a lot of the past. I use my memories, whether they're good or bad.

When I write about things, it's a lot to do with sense memory. How things smell and taste can bring incredible memories flooding back and transport you in an instant to another time and place.

Our memory is and always will be as good as time travel gets, and in the meantime time will do the travelling for us.

That which resembles most living one's life over again, seems to be to recall all the circumstances of it; and, to render this remembrance more durable, to record them in writing.

Sweet Memory! wafted by thy gentle gale, Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail.