Germaine de Staël Quotes

Music evokes emotion and emotion can bring it's memory.

This was an important part of my life. But it was also sad that we didn't play there, cause we had such alot of fans that were waiting for us and Brazilians are great people. It's now my second home.

One of the great things about music is that it has the capability of time travel - you smell a certain smell in the room and it takes you back to your childhood. I feel like music is able to do that, and it happens to me all the time.

I want my music to make you reminiscent or nostalgic of your childhood, or take you back to a better place.

My goal in music is to create nostalgic moments.

are memories pictures or the secret doorway?

If you ask me, music is the language of memory

Songs and smells will bring you back to a moment in time more than anything else. It's amazing how much can be conjured with a few notes of a song or a solitary whiff of a room. A song you didn't even pay attention to at the time, a place that you didn't even know had a particular smell. I wonder what will someday bring back Dex and our few months together. Maybe the sound of Dido's voice. Maybe the scent of the Aveda shampoo I've been using all summer.

One thing I've found that I can do that I really enjoy is rereading my own writing, earlier stories and novels especially. It induces mental time travel, the same way certain songs you hear on the radio do ... the whole thing returns, an eerie feeling that I'm sure you've experienced.

You can revisit - the wonderful thing about my job is you can revisit your 22-year-old self or your 24-year-old self any particular night you want. The songs pick up some extra resonance, I hope, but they're still - they're there, and I can revisit that period of my life when I choose. So it's quite a nice experience.

Sometimes when I play that old six-string, I think about you, wonder what went wrong.

With you a part of me hath passed away; For in the peopled forest of my mind A tree made leafless by this wintry wind Shall never don again its green array. Chapel and fireside, country road and bay, Have something of their friendliness resigned; Another, if I would, I could not find, And I am grown much older in a day. But yet I treasure in my memory Your gift of charity, and young hearts ease, And the dear honour of your amity; For these once mine, my life is rich with these. And I scarce know which part may greater be,-- What I keep of you, or you rob from me.

Feeling no remorse must be a blessing when all you have are your memories

A long long time ago, I can still remember how that music use to make me smile.

Smell is important. It reminds a person of all the things he's been through; it is a sheath of memories and security.

Places I love come back to me like music, / Hush me and heal me when I am very tired.

For better or for worse, music is the language of memory. It is also the language of love.

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.

It's always that one song that gets to you. You can hide, but the song comes to find you.

Sometimes when I'm with you, I remember things I lost when I was your age. Like I remember the sound of the rain and the smell of the wind.

The memory of things gone is important to a jazz musician. Things like old folks singing in the moonlight in the back yard on a hot night or something said long ago.

Too much to take in, too much to purge. Why must every memory, once sweet, dead end in such ugliness?

His kisses tapped into deep mines of memory, and the years that had separated us fell away as if they were nothing.

Memory is not what the heart desires.

Look homeward, Angel, now, and melt with ruth.